Luyện nghe bài hát Bloody Money Pt. 2

intro: Noreaga

Yo, New Orleans, LA, Va to Queens, I-95, where we never drive
But good, gotta get out the hood, to make it, now we kick it
our whole team'll take it to another level, another Rolie wit
Another bezel, like war against God against devil
Sustainin, now we rim Moschino, niggaz say we taped it, it
Now it's Cristal, instead of Mistic, Jose, catch me wit a and
A gold biscuit, gettin mad lifted, let me find out, it's dimes
Out my crack house, yeah that's out, let me catch that
Just like Stackhouse, kick ya out, have you mad vexed
Like you did your whole bid, but max out, yo Jose is
In other words courageous, South Carolina to D.C.
Yo the NC in Atlanta Montana, comin out the airport wit the hammer
Motherfucker, smoke more weed than Tucker, in Friday
When he Worm like a sucker, in three ways
Sell a key in three days, the way I know the crack game'll have you

In the ill days, yo I drink Lectaid, Jose is sayin chulo, Menegay
South side royal and royal, grand royale in Ohio, Cincinnati, Minnesoto
Yo from Philly to Connecticut, got niggaz in, all predicate
Like this rap is pregnant, N-O-R-E, Nore
Stand for Niggaz On the Run Eatin, no matter if still treatin
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 scrolls until your world fall in, to my niggaz gettin they props
Where they supposed to've been, don't rush, your time
The best 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)
Blood money (That's we smoke weed to)
Blood money (That's how my eat to)

Aiyyo, eatin from the same plate, and drinkin from the cup
Whoever thought that much would have to change
I went to games as a Knicks fan, had Strickland, they traded him
since then, son, I hated them, shit's turnin sour in the N-Y
Half the team hurt, still niggaz get high and rock Queens
on the block know me for holdin b's work
Seein chips poppin up in European whips, exceed the limit
Tinted up and weed scented, life like the auto bomb, never slow up
I'm gettin head for young and vulger, fly gifted
Y'all niggaz die over shit, I got some hoes in the law gettin high
Like Rik Smits, hypocrit, every now and then be on some different shit
Switch directions, my bad, disception
My first love is for bloody so skip the extras

Now what's a don?, a nigga 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 never could fit the shoes of his
You could tell by the finger nails, clean, 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 garden he play, but a true don'll get his proper on
He tell the truth even he lies, give you a fake name
though his name is Nas, god body, and wide body, rumble for five
To the S-Class, six niggaz, double size, either come wit a plan
To make it happen, 'cause sellin or rappin, we still trapped in a slave

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