Luyện nghe bài hát Cash

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 on the mind

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

It's Big Moe I stepped up in the
Out the South side I'm far from a hoe
I ain't scared and you know I'm down to wreck it
I'ma hit the bed gone get naked

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

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

It's boy Moe, I'm out the South side
I done came down, I'm gone chop
Ain't stop to the T O P
I creep I'm it down from the M O to the E

My nigga Deezy, all about his cheezy
It's the Moe-Yo claim 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 your song or 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, they been checked
It's that Wreck shop, earning paper and our
And my brother K-Luv, my nigga Big
Knocking soon, Moe-Yo gotta get a room

At the end of the fucking night, I'm gone be
It's that Moe down, I do the gangsta strutting
My nigga 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 Wreck shop tree, that's I be from
Partner Silly Yo coming down on hard

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

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

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

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

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

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

I see it all the time, bitches get knocked on the
it ten with that wife, coming back in the middle of the night
Say bitch you need to stop, you need to sell cock
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 on the slab, coming through whipping ass
I whip it up in the lab and put it out like dark around

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

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