Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Still Rules/scary Hours

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

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

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

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

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

a slave cop, behave pop
Blue suits who bay us
Blow that cat at the Haze spot

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 warrin' and dodgin', rippin' and robbin'

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

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

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

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

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

Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in
Blazin' Tad Rossi, up in the Marquis
He lost like a 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 with Cuffner
Kissed him with art num three to nine style
Before he left he flashin' his face like

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

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

He still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower
Posin' he rappin' out