Luyện nghe bài hát Bloody Money Pt. 2

intro: Noreaga

Yo, New Orleans, LA, Va to Queens, I-95, where we never clean
But good, gotta get out the hood, to really it, now we kick it
Until our whole team'll take it to another level, another wit
Another bezel, like war against God against devil
Sustainin, now we rim Moschino, niggaz say we taped it, it
Now Cristal, instead of Mistic, Jose, catch me wit a pigeon and
A gold biscuit, gettin mad lifted, let me find out, it's dimes
Out my crack house, yeah crashed out, let me catch that
Just like Stackhouse, kick ya out, have you mad vexed
you did your whole bid, but didn't max out, yo Jose is
In other words courageous, from Carolina to D.C.
Yo the NC in Atlanta like Montana, comin out the airport wit the
Motherfucker, smoke more weed than Tucker, in Friday
When he treated Worm like a sucker, in ways
a whole key in three days, the way I know the crack game'll have you

In the ill days, yo I Lectaid, Jose is sayin chulo, like Menegay
side lost royal and royal, grand royale in Ohio, Cincinnati, Minnesoto
Yo from Philly to Connecticut, got niggaz settin in, all
Like this rap is pregnant, N-O-R-E, Nore
Stand for Niggaz On the Run Eatin, no matter if they still
The object of the game is just to stay leavin, hit me on the
Let me if you still breathin, top grenade, ice it up, cop pies, slice it
up
You really think you nice enough, fuck around wit Trice
Even seekin scrolls until your world fall in, to my niggaz gettin they
Where they supposed to've been, don't rush, take time
The come to those who wait, like Heinz, they be ketchup and spoil your
keg
Aiyyo it's I-95, wit my niggaz faith, wha!

2x: Nas (Noreaga)
Blood money (That's this life lead to)
Blood money (That's how my bleed to)
money (That's what we smoke weed to)
Blood (That's how my niggaz eat to)

Aiyyo, eatin from the same plate, and from the same cup
Whoever thought that some much would to change
I went to as a Knicks fan, they had Strickland, they traded him
Ever since then, son, I hated them, shit's sour in the N-Y
Half the team hurt, still niggaz get high and rock Queens
Feinds on the block me for holdin b's work
Seein chips poppin up in European whips, exceed the speed
Tinted up and weed scented, treatin life like the auto bomb, slow up
I'm gettin head for young and vulger, fly gifted
Y'all die over bitch shit, I got some hoes in the law gettin high
Rik Smits, born hypocrit, every now and then be on some different shit
Switch directions, my bad, quick
My first love is for bloody so skip the extras

Now what's a don?, a that's a thug wit a charm, always on point
As soon as he's on, his goons'll respond, he move and fear losin his

Mad dime, but could fit the shoes of his wife
You could tell by the nails, clean, hair diced up, every four days
A routine, where he lived, stay out the hood, fuck what a nigga say
Out for blood, but yo, the dough, he see snake smile for way
In the same he play, but a true don'll get his proper groove on
He the truth even when he lies, give you a fake name
Even though his name is Nas, god body, and body, rumble for five
To the S-Class, six niggaz, double your size, come wit a plan
To make it happen, 'cause weight or rappin, we still trapped in a slave

And keep the crackers
(That's this life lead to)