Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Flow

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

I say we got big guns 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
my bitches and my niggas hold on
I know I'm getting high, I a bitch she cry
She hold me so never want 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 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 and round
I turn a stupid ass upside down

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 Rove
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 flow

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

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

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

Yo' the must be made
Organized crime, cook up a break it down
To dimes, spread it out in packages 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 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 here for

Just a stopper through the game like the man
In the hood, man you got Braveheart slam
Step up on tha side my man you 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 snatchin' couple of too

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
Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha east
To the coast, you all know how we go
a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my flow