Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Flow

First a studio, a video, then we do a show
Count my cash
I fuck a hoe, roll 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
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 lying in tha
Yo' pistol years wasn't nuttin', see how we hit them
To tha body, and the streets so
my bitches and my niggas hold on
I know I'm getting high, I a bitch she cry
She hold me so tight want me to be gone

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

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

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

'Cause life ain't shit but bitches end
investments like acres and buildings
Little Shorty's in tha hood raisin' children
Baby dad up or somebody killed them
Fa yo, it's crazy yo', drama everyday 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, then we do a
my cash flow
Then I a hoe, roll 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, a video, then we do a show
Count my flow

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

Just a stopper through the game 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 of things, things is things but
You know my niggas,yo they let them things
And we right, straight through you all niggas
Snatchin' the and you know
He couple of bitches too

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 Range
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 flow