Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Still Rules/scary Hours

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

friendly skies 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 ain't got to tell you where comin' from

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

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

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

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

Richard Dale his Beaver, off the wall pullin' his whip
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 with in his mouth

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

He still pussy, he sell his dust up on the East
like he rappin' out