Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Still Rules/scary Hours

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Richard Dale his Beaver, off the wall pullin' his whip
Mussy dropped and split his wig 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 him up told him he wild out
Blood leakin' from his teeth he smiled 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