Luyện nghe bài hát Cash

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

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

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

Big Moe I stepped up in the door
Out the South side I'm far from a hoe
I ain't even scared and you know I'm to wreck 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 gone sing
I'ma swing swing, down slow
that Big Moe and you know I'm no hoe

I'ma knock down hoe Toni Braxton
It's Moe-Yo down there hating hoes I'm taxing
Slacking off, you can't be talking about my click
You it's 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 gone
Ain't gone 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
It's the Moe-Yo 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 or sing a damn hook
It gotta be grand bitch I'm coming down cool
my nigga what Blue U
Out the South side, a damn 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 soon, Moe-Yo gotta get a room

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

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

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 on the mind

Since I was 17, been sipping on sip
Bitch niggas come through out the clip
I love old school cars, with ass paint
Your other niggas pussies cause them other 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 niggas
Letting motherfuckers hear all that bass

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 ain't put my dick in the uh you

tramp hoes be talking, on the pilla walking
Out the street get them hoes, em bout all your clothes
And your car sitting on gold, and how you get at shows
You trust that bitch, that bitch will get you hit

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

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

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

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