Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Still Rules/scary Hours

Shake niggaz
Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness
Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on
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 also slam and edition
What up, Corleone smoke the bone, phone me
What up he tried to slang there, address him with chrome

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

These skies ain't for you, they for me and mine
This the year of the grimy nigga,
Keep niggaz on the run, peep my Clan 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 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, him out his whip in Times Square
Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost
Summer eighty-eight, started a fight, can't wait

Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in
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, individual stuck, the new
kid cryin' on the stand with Judge Cuffner
Kissed him with art num it's three to nine
Before he he flashin' his face like Denzel

Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the 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 dirt in his

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

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