Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Money Pt. 3

[chorus] 2x]
Yo, new get the blood money
Drty cash, hydro green
mix it wit hash
To all the weed
know 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 niggaz first heard me
I was starving on the just selling my caine
Fast forward to '99, still the same
But now I got a car my rims up to par
Only stay in hotels be five-star
Queens, akineyle, mobb deep, and
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 my tempo, I can do it fast or slow
Eat some bubble-gum weed and yell,
All my thugs and my digital thugs
All my people that be wit weed in the clubs
For my and four fifths, bloods and crips
For my people who phillies, and knows it splits
And to the niggaz on the block that my shit
To the crackhead, waking up the and shit
For all the stores, that ain't no good
To all the stocked everywhere that be in the hood
For all my people on welfare, don't care
For all them people gettin money, livin in

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