Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Still Rules/scary Hours

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

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

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

You wanna pull a heist, guns and robberies
You wanna rock rep, in yellow Wallabies
arraigned, the century fox, little glocks
Them niggaz stocks, wail on your blocks

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

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

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

Got the NARC sabotagin', 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 need to
The of a sting from a killa bee
Kickin' the battery out the back of
Wisecracks for your get high you hijack

These friendly ain't for you, they for me and mine
This the of the grimy nigga, ragtime
Keep these niggaz on the run, peep my Clan
Iron Lung 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
the blood clot you niggaz dealin', you crash dummies
Cash rules, still don't nuttin' move but the

Strongarm, that kid right there with wavy hair
Billy Johnson, him out his whip in Times Square
Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude weight
Summer eighty-eight, a fight, that can't wait

Ask Dorothy, kid pussy up in Marsey
Blazin' Tad Rossi, up in the Marquis
He lost like a ounces, Jake rushed his houses
Had him on the porch, ass no

souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff
Same kid cryin' on the stand Judge Cuffner
Kissed him art num it's three to nine style
he left he flashin' his face like Denzel

Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall his whip
Mussy dropped and split his wig with the
His was all fucked 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
leakin' from his teeth he smiled like he gunned out
Big bolo, stackin' his shit financed a
He copped his shit from a small, coffee in SoHo

He still pussy, he sell his up on the Lower East
Posin' like he out