Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Still Rules/scary Hours

Shake niggaz
Scary hours no out, smash the Guinness Stout
the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks 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
What up, smoke the bone, Tone phone me
What up he tried to slang there, him with chrome only

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

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

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

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

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

Got the NARC sabotagin', slippin' cracks in your
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 to mention
The potency of a from a killa bee
Kickin' the battery out the of them
distorted for your get high you hijack

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

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

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

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

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

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

woke him up told 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 from a small, coffee in SoHo

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