Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Still Rules/scary Hours

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

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

Grady with the gray beard, 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 on junk

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Catch us with these sharks now, you rap villains
We feel the same way you feelin', let it be
What the blood clot you niggaz dealin', you crash
Cash rules, still don't nuttin' 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, that can't

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

Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall his whip
Mussy dropped and split his wig with the
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 from his teeth he smiled like he gunned out
Big bolo, stackin' his shit a Volvo
He copped his from a small, coffee shop in SoHo

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