Luyện nghe bài hát Cash

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

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

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

Big Moe I stepped up in the door
Out the South bitch I'm far from a hoe
I ain't even scared and you know I'm down to it
I'ma hit the bed Moe-Yo gone get

Got to strap my glock, got to strap my
Out the South side, Moe-Yo sing 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 hoes I'm taxing
Slacking off, you can't be talking about my click
You know it's Wreck shop, hoes be on dick

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I ride an Impala, pop my collar
through the record company, want 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

'Cause tramp hoes be talking, on the walking
Out the street get them hoes, telling em bout all your
And car sitting 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 knocked on the
Keep it ten with that wife, coming back in the of the night
Say bitch you need to stop, you to sell some cock
You need to get off them rocks and get on private

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

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

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