Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Flow

First a studio, then a video, we do a show
Count my cash
Then I a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the Range Rove
Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha 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 guns dat yo ass up
How we do things, get yo' ass gut
in your casket, you lying in tha dust
Yo' packin' 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 high, I fuck a bitch she cry
She hold me so 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 half jungle you all see
So when we step up we waste no
We flut up your fans, and them, they mine
I a nigga, stomp a nigga Braveheart style
No set can come close to us, fool, clowns
The battle of my K.A go round and
I turn a 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, 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, then a video, we do a show
Count my cash

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

'Cause life ain't shit but bitches end
Good like acres and buildings
Little Shorty's in tha hood raisin' them
dad locked up or somebody killed them
Fa real yo, it's crazy yo', drama yo
My niggas in prison 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'

a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my flow
Then I a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the Range Rove
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
Count my flow

Yo' the cash be made
Organized crime, cook up a break it down
To dimes, spread it out in packages 'cause I'm in here
Fuck them handcuffs the cops touch us
A fourty-five, got accurate aim
If you ain't in my game a bullet to tha brain
Shit, cares, life ain't fair
I like I was born in an electric chair
Yo' where's the Jungle, be here for years

Just a through the game like the Numba man
In the hood, man you got damn 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 they let them things
And we right, straight right you all niggas
Snatchin' the paper and you
He couple of bitches too

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