Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Flow

First a studio, then a video, then we do a
my cash flow
Then I fuck a hoe, 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
a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my cash

I say we got them big dat tear yo ass up
How we do things, get yo' ass gut
Styrofoam in your casket, you lying in tha
Yo' pistol years wasn't nuttin', see how we hit them
To tha body, and the streets so
Telling my and my niggas 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 him it's me
I'm flossin' wit my other jungle you all see
So we step up we waste no time
We flut up your fans, and take them, mine
I a nigga, stomp a nigga Braveheart style
No set can close to us, fool, they clowns
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 cash
Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, 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
Count my flow

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

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

First a studio, then a video, then we do a
Count my flow
I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump 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, then we do a
Count my cash

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

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

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