Luyện nghe bài hát Cash

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

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

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

Big Moe I stepped up in the door
Out the side bitch I'm far from a hoe
I even scared and you know I'm down to wreck it
I'ma hit the bed gone get naked

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

I'ma knock down hoe Toni Braxton
Moe-Yo come down there hating hoes I'm taxing
Slacking sleeping off, you 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, Moe-Yo I'm gone
gone stop to the T O P
I I'm putting it down from the M O to the E

My nigga Noke Deezy, all his cheezy
It's the claim pussy got to be greasy
Got to it wet, on the mic I be's a vet
I'm coming down five gotta get my check

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

With my partner D-Reck, hoes they been
that Wreck shop, earning paper and our respect
And my brother K-Luv, my nigga Big
Knocking down soon, gotta get a room

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause tramp be talking, on the pilla walking
Out the street get them hoes, telling em bout all your
And your car on gold, and how much you get at shows
You trust that 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 to stop, you need to sell some cock
You need to get off them and get on private yachts

I'm talking bout they cousin, through bitches buzzing
Drinking on Hennessey, bitch you know Pimp C
You on the slab, coming through whipping ass
I whip it up in the lab and put it out it's dark around

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

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