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, her fam, shift them niggaz to Queens
Guess jeans, she charged beans

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

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

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

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

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

I remember fiends at the one-six-ooh
when we was starvin', duckin' five-oh, payin' 'em
Times is hard in the I'm from, they got us barred in
We warrin' and cage dodgin', 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 sting from a bee
Kickin' the battery out the back of
Wisecracks distorted for your get high you

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

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

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

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

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

Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall 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 with dirt in his mouth

Slim 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 from a small, coffee shop in SoHo

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