Luyện nghe bài hát Cash

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

We talking cash,
Don't try to stop my
We cash, nigga
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 stepped up in the
Out the South side bitch I'm far a hoe
I ain't even scared and you know I'm to wreck it
I'ma hit the bed gone get naked

Got to strap my glock, got to my ding-a-ling
Out the South side, gone sing sing
I'ma swing swing, crawl 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
sleeping off, you can't be talking about my click
You know it's Wreck shop, hating be on dick

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

My nigga Deezy, all about his cheezy
the Moe-Yo claim pussy got to be greasy
Got to it wet, on the mic I be's 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 nigga what U
Out the South side, M-O-E a fool

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

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

My nigga High G, you know he's down 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 talking cash,
Candy paint on all them

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

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

You hollin' you a killa but I know you no killa
I see you in the street bitch I'm a ass nigga
And now since the eighties, putting niggas
Letting motherfuckers all that bass around

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

'Cause tramp be talking, on the pilla walking
Out the street get hoes, telling em bout all your clothes
And car sitting on gold, and how much you get at shows
You shouldn't that 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 middle of the
Say bitch you to stop, you need to sell some cock
You to get off them rocks and get on private yachts

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

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

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