Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Still Rules/scary Hours

Shake niggaz
Scary no money out, smash the Guinness Stout
the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields
She's a fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggaz to Queens
Guess jeans, she charged thirty-five

Hit the cell phone, regulate with well tone
A Wally kingpin, who slam and strike edition
up, Corleone smoke the bone, Tone phone me
What up he tried to there, address him with chrome only

Grady with the gray beard, for him
Nike at? Rastafarian burg, pipin' that
Switchin' Benz's, ten carat nigga with lenses
Frontin' like he's sittin' on a lump, he's on junk

You wanna a heist, draw guns and robberies
You rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies
Names arraigned, the century fox, little
Them niggaz with stocks, on your blocks

Rich lifestyle, like an ordinary white child
But right now, Son is still shine, light now
Breakdown, God, fuck it grab the nickel plate
Spencer for Hire, tension we mention Dryer

He's a slave cop, pop
Blue who bay stop us
Blow that cat at the Purple spot

I stickin' fiends at the one-six-ooh
when we was starvin', duckin' five-oh, payin' 'em
Times is in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in
We warrin' and cage dodgin', and robbin'

Got the sabotagin', slippin' cracks in your camouflagin'
Now you on the squadron
That's somethin' niggaz pardon
City overrun by young gun bad intention and Wu-Wear garment

So I see no to mention
The of a sting from a killa bee
Kickin' the out the back of them
Wisecracks distorted for your get high you

friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine
This the year of the grimy nigga,
Keep these niggaz on the run, peep my Clan
Iron ain't got to tell you where it's comin' from

Catch us swimmin' with sharks now, you rap villains
We the same way you feelin', let it be known
What the blood you niggaz dealin', you crash dummies
Cash rules, still don't nuttin' but the money

Aiyyo Strongarm, that kid there with wavy hair
Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Square
Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost
Summer eighty-eight, started a fight, that wait

Ask Dorothy, same kid up in Marsey
that Tad Rossi, up in the Marquis
He like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses
Had him on the porch, ass no

This souped up, individual stuck, the new
kid cryin' on the stand with Judge Cuffner
Kissed him with art num three to nine style
Before he left he flashin' his like Denzel

Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin' his
Mussy dropped and split his wig with the
His shape-up was all up, as he had me laughin'
God you see how he was laid out in the grass dirt in his mouth

Slim woke him up told him he out
Blood leakin' from his teeth he like he gunned out
Big bolo, stackin' his shit a Volvo
He copped his shit from a small, coffee shop in

He pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East
Posin' he rappin' out