Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Still Rules/scary Hours

Shake them
Scary no money out, smash the Guinness Stout
the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields
She's a rich fiend, 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 also slam and strike
What up, Corleone smoke the bone, Tone me
What up he tried to slang there, address him chrome only

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

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

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

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

I stickin' fiends at the one-six-ooh
when we was starvin', duckin' five-oh, payin' 'em
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' cracks in camouflagin'
Now you on the squadron
That's niggaz can't pardon
City overrun by young gun bad intention 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 for your get high you hijack

These 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 emblem
Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's from

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

Aiyyo Strongarm, that kid right with wavy hair
Billy Johnson, snatched him out his in Times Square
Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude weight
Summer eighty-eight, started a fight, that wait

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

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

Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin' his
dropped and split his wig with the heater
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 told him he out
Blood leakin' from his teeth he like he gunned out
Big bolo, his shit financed a Volvo
He his shit from a small, coffee shop in SoHo

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