Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Still Rules/scary Hours

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

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

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

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

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

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', duckin' five-oh, '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 overrun by young gun with bad intention and garment

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

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

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

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

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

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

Richard Dale his Beaver, off the wall pullin' 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 grass 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 financed 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