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 shit, smell me nigga
I'm on hood shit

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

[repeat 2x]

Time zone, got ? madi gon?
My niggaz get high and still fall in the
Bitches, me up and hanging up
I ain't a playa, so why hoes playin games?
I'm a hustla, and I even hustle the
I got fooled 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 they
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 once again, yo this one part three
Classical song, certified, storm
For my niggaz always there when I
And - what what, when I scream - what what
Straight wildin, in superthug and all be stuck
Have y'all niggaz ready to fight, hoes to fuck