Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Still Rules/scary Hours

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

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

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

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

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

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

I remember stickin' fiends at the
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 sabotagin', slippin' cracks in your camouflagin'
Now you snitchin' on the
That's niggaz can't pardon
City by young gun with bad intention and Wu-Wear garment

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

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

us swimmin' with 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, don't nuttin' move but the money

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

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

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

Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the pullin' his whip
Mussy dropped and his wig with the heater
His shape-up was all fucked up, as he had me
God you see how he was laid out in the grass dirt in his mouth

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

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