Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Still Rules/scary Hours

Shake them
hours no money out, smash the Guinness 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 known
A Wally kingpin, who also slam and strike
What up, smoke the bone, Tone phone me
What up he tried to slang there, address him with only

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

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

Rich lifestyle, like an ordinary white child
But right now, Son is still shine, shed now
Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel
Spencer for Hire, tension when we 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
we was starvin', duckin' five-oh, payin' 'em dues
Times is in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in
We warrin' and cage dodgin', rippin' and

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

So I see no need to
The potency of a from a killa bee
Kickin' the battery out the back of
Wisecracks for your get high you hijack

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

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

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

Ask Dorothy, same kid up in Marsey
Blazin' Tad Rossi, up in the Marquis
He lost a hundred 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 with art num it's to nine style
Before he left he his face like Denzel

Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin' his whip
Mussy dropped and his wig with the heater
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 him up told him he wild out
Blood leakin' from his teeth he smiled like he 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
like he rappin' out