Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Still Rules/scary Hours

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

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

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

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

Rich lifestyle, spoiled like an white child
But right now, Son is still shine, 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
that cat at the Purple Haze spot

I remember stickin' fiends at the
when we was starvin', five-oh, payin' 'em dues
Times is hard in the I'm from, they got us barred in
We and cage dodgin', rippin' and robbin'

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 need to
The of a sting from a killa bee
the battery out the back of them
Wisecracks for your get high you hijack

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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