Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Money Pt. 3

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Yo, new york get the blood
Drty cash, smoke hydro
Sill mix it wit
To all the weed
Niggaz I'm known to cop
All the good shit, smell me
I'm on hood shit

Back to the when I first rhymed
L.a., l.a.
When y'all first heard me
I was starving on the train selling my caine
Fast forward to '99, it's still the
But now I got a car my rims up to par
stay in hotels that be five-star
Queens, akineyle, deep, and escobar
Lost boyz, run-d.m.c., and me
No disrespect but queens got this locked d
Yo new york get the bloody money, kid me
You know my tempo, I can do it or slow
Eat bubble-gum weed and yell, geronimo
All my analog thugs and my thugs
All my people that be rowdy wit in the clubs
For my and four fifths, bloods and crips
For my who smoke phillies, and knows it splits
And to the niggaz on the block rock my shit
To the crackhead, waking up the and shit
For all the liquor stores, ain't no good
To all the stocked ones that be in the hood
For all my on welfare, don't even care
For all them gettin money, livin in bel-air

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Time zone, got blown ? madi
My niggaz get and still fall in the zone
Bitches, callin me up and up
I ain't a playa, so why y'all hoes playin
I'm a hustla, and I even hustle the
I got hoes fooled I love em
I don't love em
And once I get the ass yo you know thug 'em
Tell 'em lies, hit 'em in head
Hit 'em wit
I'm a bitch
I trick a ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Of you foul and you
wit me, n.o.r.e. thuggish nigga out here b
Bloody money again, yo this one part three
song, certified, desert storm
For my niggaz always when I perform
And scream - what what, when I scream - what
Straight wildin, in and they all be stuck
Have y'all ready to fight, hoes ready to fuck