Luyện nghe bài hát Cash

I'm talking cash,
grain, swaging lanes
We cash, nigga
Candy paint on all them

We talking cash,
try to stop my shine
We talking cash,
I tussle on the mind

I'm talking cash,
I'm cash, nigga
I'm cash, nigga
I'm cash, nigga

It's Big Moe I up in the door
Out the South side bitch I'm far a hoe
I ain't even scared and you I'm down to wreck it
I'ma hit the bed Moe-Yo get naked

Got to my glock, got to strap my ding-a-ling
Out the South side, Moe-Yo gone sing
I'ma swing swing, down slow
It's that Big Moe and you I'm no hoe

I'ma knock down hoe Toni Braxton
It's Moe-Yo come down there hating I'm taxing
Slacking off, you can't be talking about my click
You know Wreck shop, hating hoes be on dick

It's that boy Moe, I'm out the South
I done came down, Moe-Yo I'm chop
Ain't gone to the T O P
I I'm putting it down from the M O to the E

My nigga Deezy, all about his cheezy
It's the Moe-Yo claim pussy got to be
Got to it wet, on the mic I be's a vet
I'm coming down five thousand get my check

If you want me to be on your song or sing a damn
It gotta be five bitch I'm coming down cool
my nigga what Blue U
Out the South side, a damn fool

With my partner D-Reck, hoes been checked
that Wreck shop, earning paper and our respect
And my K-Luv, my nigga Big Toon
Knocking down soon, Moe-Yo gotta get a

At the end of the fucking night, I'm be fucking
that Moe coming down, I do the gangsta strutting
My King One, let's have fun
My partners Keke, Weets, the Lil Red coming on hard

My nigga G, you know he's down with me
M-O to the E, the 1, 2, 3
The shop tree, that's where I be from
Silly Yo coming down on fucking hard

I'm talking cash,
grain, swaging lanes
We cash, nigga
paint on all them Range

We cash, nigga
Don't try to my shine
We cash, nigga
'Cause I tussle on the

Since I was 17, been sipping on sip
Bitch niggas come through empty out the
I love old school cars, with candy ass
Your niggas pussies cause them other niggas fake

You hollin' you a but I know you ain't no killa
I see you in the bitch I'm a trill ass nigga
And now since the eighties, putting down
motherfuckers hear all that bass around

I ride an Impala, pop my collar
Coming through the record company, all my dollas
You ain't got my bitch, you don't get no dick
And I ain't put my in the uh you wrecked

tramp hoes be talking, on the pilla walking
Out the street get them hoes, telling em bout all your
And your car sitting on gold, and how much you get at
You shouldn't trust that bitch, bitch will get you hit

I see it all the time, bitches get knocked on the
Keep it ten that wife, coming back in the middle of the night
Say you need to stop, you need to sell some cock
You need to get off them and get on private yachts

I'm talking bout cousin, coming through bitches buzzing
Drinking on Hennessey, you don't know Pimp C
You on the slab, coming through whipping ass
I it up in the lab and put it out like it's dark around

I'm talking cash,
Gripping grain, swaging
We cash, nigga
Candy on all them Range

We talking cash,
Don't try to my shine
We talking cash,
'Cause I on the mind