Luyện nghe bài hát Cash

I'm talking cash,
Gripping grain, swaging
We talking cash,
Candy 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 talking cash,
I'm talking cash,
I'm cash, nigga

It's Big Moe I stepped up in the
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 get naked

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

I'ma down that hoe Toni Braxton
It's come down there hating hoes I'm taxing
Slacking sleeping off, you be talking about my click
You know it's Wreck shop, hating be on dick

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

My Noke Deezy, all about 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 get my check

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

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

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

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

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

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
Bitch niggas come empty out the clip
I love old cars, with candy ass paint
Your other niggas pussies cause them other fake

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

I ride an Impala, pop my collar
Coming through the record company, all my dollas
You ain't got my 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 get them hoes, telling em bout all your clothes
And your car sitting on gold, and how much you get at
You shouldn't trust that bitch, that bitch 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 some cock
You need to get off rocks and get on private yachts

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

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

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