Luyện nghe bài hát Cash

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

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

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

It's Big Moe I up in the door
Out the South bitch I'm far from a hoe
I even scared and you know I'm down to wreck it
hit the bed Moe-Yo gone get naked

Got to strap my glock, got to strap my
Out the South side, Moe-Yo sing sing
swing swing, crawl down slow
It's Big Moe and you know I'm no hoe

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

It's boy Moe, I'm out the South side
I came down, Moe-Yo I'm gone chop
gone stop 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 pussy got to be greasy
Got to keep it wet, on the mic I a vet
I'm coming down five thousand gotta get my

If you want me to be on song or sing a damn hook
It be five grand bitch I'm coming down cool
With my what Blue U
Out the South side, M-O-E a fool

With my partner D-Reck, hoes they checked
It's that shop, earning paper and our respect
And my brother K-Luv, my Big Toon
Knocking down soon, Moe-Yo get a room

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

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

I'm cash, nigga
Gripping grain, lanes
We cash, nigga
Candy paint on all Range

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

Since I was 17, I've been on sip
Bitch niggas come empty out the clip
I love old cars, with candy ass paint
Your other niggas cause them other niggas fake

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

I an Impala, don't pop my collar
through the record company, want all my dollas
You got my paper 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 on gold, and how much you get at shows
You shouldn't trust bitch, that bitch will get you hit

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

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

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

We talking cash,
try to stop my shine
We cash, nigga
'Cause I on the mind