Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Flow

First a studio, then a video, 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, then a video, then we do a
my cash flow

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 cash