Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Still Rules/scary Hours

Shake niggaz
Scary hours no money out, the Guinness Stout
Play the outfield, Lucille, cracks on shields
She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift niggaz to Queens
Guess jeans, she charged beans

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

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

You wanna pull a heist, guns and robberies
You wanna rep, step in yellow Wallabies
arraigned, the century fox, little glocks
Them with stocks, wail on your 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
for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer

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

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

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

So I see no need to
The potency of a sting from a bee
Kickin' the battery out the of them
distorted for your get high you hijack

These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and
the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime
Keep these on the run, peep my Clan emblem
Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where comin' from

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

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

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

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

Richard Dale his Beaver, off the wall pullin' his whip
Mussy and split his wig with the heater
His shape-up was all fucked up, as he had me
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, stackin' his financed a Volvo
He copped his shit a small, coffee shop in SoHo

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