Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Flow

First a studio, then a video, then we do a
Count my cash
Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the Range
Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha east
To the west coast, you all how we go
a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my flow

I say we got them big guns dat yo ass up
How we do things, get yo' ass gut
Styrofoam in your casket, you in tha dust
Yo' pistol packin' years wasn't nuttin', see how we hit
To tha body, and the streets so
Telling my bitches and my hold on
I know I'm getting high, I a bitch she cry
She me so tight never want me to be gone

Now I'm wrong, this gee wiz this is
Now you it's him me
I'm flossin' wit my other jungle you all see
So when we up we waste no time
We flut up fans, and take them, they mine
I a nigga, stomp a nigga Braveheart style
No set can come close to us, fool, clowns
The of my K.A go round and round
I turn a stupid ass smile down

First a studio, a video, then we do a show
Count my flow
Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the Rove
Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha east
To the coast, you all know how we go
First a studio, a video, then we do a show
my cash flow

Yo' you poppin' off wit Bravehearts
Gettin' money son it's all about paper
Yea, them bitches me on top of them
They see them diamonds, they sparklin'
I be illegal wit that Desert
I hit you all up in head in front of your people
Nigga, I empty out on your ass
be dead so fast shit push back

'Cause ain't shit but bitches end millions
Good investments like acres and
Little Shorty's in tha hood them children
Baby dad locked up or somebody killed
Fa real yo, it's crazy yo', drama yo
My niggas in wanna hear me on tha radio
'Cause where I'm yo, life ain't a game yo
Jungle's my yo, blow wit a fo' fo'

First a studio, a video, then we do a show
Count my cash
Then I fuck a hoe, up a smoke, jump in the Range Rove
Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha coast
To the coast, you all know how we go
First a studio, a video, then we do a show
Count my cash

Yo' the cash be made
crime, cook up a kilo break it down
To dimes, spread it out in packages 'cause I'm in here
Fuck handcuffs the cops can't touch us
A fourty-five, they got aim
If you ain't in my game a bullet to tha brain
Shit, nobody cares, ain't fair
I feel like I was born in an electric
Yo' where's the Jungle, be here for years

Just a stopper through the game the Numba man
In the hood, man you got Braveheart slam
Step up on tha my man you don't understand
I'm from tha QB side of things, things is but
You know my niggas,yo let them things ring
And we right, straight right through you all
Snatchin' the paper and you
He snatchin' of bitches too

First a studio, a video, then we do a show
Count my flow
Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the Range
Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha coast
To the west coast, you all how we go
First a studio, then a video, then we do a
my cash flow