Luyện nghe bài hát Cash

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

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

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

Big Moe I stepped 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
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
swing swing, crawl down slow
It's that Big Moe and you I'm no hoe

I'ma knock down that hoe 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 shop, hating hoes be on dick

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

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

my partner D-Reck, hoes they been checked
It's Wreck shop, earning paper and our respect
And my K-Luv, my nigga Big Toon
Knocking soon, Moe-Yo gotta get a room

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

My nigga High G, you know down with me
M-O to the E, the 1, 2, 3
The Wreck shop tree, 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 on the mind

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

You hollin' you a 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
Letting hear all that bass around

I ride an Impala, pop my collar
Coming 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 dick in the uh you

'Cause tramp hoes be talking, on the pilla
Out the street get them hoes, em bout all your clothes
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 on the grind
Keep it ten with that wife, coming back in the middle of the
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 bitches
Drinking on Hennessey, you don't know Pimp C
You late on the slab, coming through 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,
paint on all them Range

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