Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Money Pt. 3

[chorus] 2x]
Yo, new york get the money
cash, smoke hydro green
Sill mix it wit
To all the weed
Niggaz I'm known to cop
All the good shit, me nigga
I'm on some hood

Back to the essence when I first
L.a., l.a.
When y'all first heard me
I was starving on the train just my caine
forward to '99, it's still the same
But now I got a car keep my up to par
Only stay in hotels that be
Queens, akineyle, deep, and escobar
boyz, run-d.m.c., 'pone and me
No disrespect but queens got this shit 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 thugs and my digital thugs
All my people that be wit weed in the clubs
For my knives and four fifths, bloods and
For my people who smoke phillies, and it splits
And to the niggaz on the block rock my shit
To the crackhead, up the cops and shit
For all the liquor stores, that no good
To all the ones everywhere that be in the hood
For all my on welfare, don't even care
For all people gettin money, livin in bel-air

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Time zone, got ? madi gon?
My get high and still fall in the zone
Bitches, me up and hanging up
I ain't a playa, so why y'all hoes playin
I'm a hustla, and I even the same
I got hoes fooled thinkin' I 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 millionaire
I trick a ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Of you foul and you
Fuckin wit me, n.o.r.e. thuggish out here b
Bloody money once again, yo this one part
song, certified, desert storm
For my niggaz there when I perform
And scream - what what, when I - what what
Straight wildin, in and they all be stuck
y'all niggaz ready to fight, hoes ready to fuck