Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Still Rules/scary Hours

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

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

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

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

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

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', duckin' five-oh, 'em dues
Times is hard in the I'm from, they got us barred in
We warrin' and cage dodgin', rippin' and

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

So I see no need to
The potency of a from a killa bee
the battery out the back of them
Wisecracks distorted for your get 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 Clan
Iron Lung got to tell 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 dummies
Cash rules, don't nuttin' move but the money

Aiyyo Strongarm, that kid right there with hair
Billy Johnson, snatched him out his in Times Square
Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost
Summer eighty-eight, started a fight, that wait

Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in
that 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 with Judge Cuffner
Kissed him with art num three to nine style
Before he he flashin' his face like Denzel

Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin' his
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 in his mouth

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

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