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, them niggaz to Queens
jeans, she charged thirty-five beans

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

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

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

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

a slave cop, behave pop
Blue who bay stop us
Blow that cat at the Purple Haze

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

Got the NARC sabotagin', cracks in your camouflagin'
Now you on the squadron
That's somethin' niggaz pardon
City overrun by young gun with bad and Wu-Wear garment

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

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

Catch us swimmin' these sharks now, you rap villains
We feel the way you feelin', let it be known
What the clot you niggaz dealin', you crash dummies
Cash rules, still nuttin' move but the money

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

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

Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin' his whip
Mussy dropped and his wig with the heater
His shape-up was all 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
Blood leakin' from his teeth he like he gunned out
Big bolo, stackin' his shit financed a
He copped his shit a small, coffee shop in SoHo

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