Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Still Rules/scary Hours

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

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

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

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

Rich lifestyle, spoiled like an white child
But right now, Son is shine, shed light now
Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel
Spencer for Hire, tension when we Dryer

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

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

Got the NARC sabotagin', cracks in your camouflagin'
Now you snitchin' on the
That's somethin' niggaz can't
City overrun by gun with bad intention and Wu-Wear garment

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

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

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

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

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

This souped up, stuck, the new stuff
Same kid cryin' on the stand Judge Cuffner
Kissed him with art num it's three to style
Before he left he flashin' his 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 out in the grass with dirt in his mouth

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

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