Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Flow

First a studio, then a video, we do a show
my cash 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, then a video, we do a show
Count my cash

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 niggas on
I I'm getting high, I fuck a bitch she cry
She hold me so tight never want me to be

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

a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my cash
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 coast, you all know how we go
a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my flow

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

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

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 east
To the coast, you all know how we go
First a studio, then a video, then we do a
Count my flow

Yo' the must be made
Organized crime, cook up a kilo break it
To dimes, spread it out in 'cause I'm in here buff
them handcuffs the cops can't touch us
A fourty-five, got accurate aim
If you ain't in my game take a to tha brain
Shit, cares, life 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 side my man you don't
I'm from tha QB side of things, is things but
You know my niggas,yo they let things ring
And we right, straight right through you all
Snatchin' the paper and you
He snatchin' couple of too

a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my flow
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
a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my flow