Luyện nghe bài hát Cash

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

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

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

Big Moe I stepped up in the door
Out the South bitch I'm far from a hoe
I ain't even scared and you I'm down to wreck it
hit the bed Moe-Yo gone get naked

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

I'ma knock that hoe Toni Braxton
It's come down there hating hoes I'm taxing
Slacking sleeping off, you can't be talking 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 chop
gone stop to the T O P
I I'm putting it down from 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 sing a damn
It gotta be grand bitch I'm coming down cool
With my nigga Blue U
Out the South side, M-O-E a damn

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

At the end of the fucking night, I'm be fucking
It's Moe coming 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 with me
M-O to the E, the 1, 2, 3
The Wreck tree, that's where I be from
Partner Silly Yo coming on fucking hard

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

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

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 niggas fake

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

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

'Cause hoes be talking, on the pilla walking
Out the street get them hoes, telling em 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, 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 them rocks and get on yachts

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

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

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