Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Still Rules/scary Hours

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

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

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

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

lifestyle, spoiled like an ordinary 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

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

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

Got the NARC sabotagin', slippin' in your camouflagin'
Now you on the squadron
somethin' niggaz can't pardon
City overrun by young gun with bad and Wu-Wear garment

So I see no to mention
The potency of a from a killa bee
Kickin' the battery out the back of
distorted for your get high you hijack

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

Catch us 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

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

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

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

Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin' his
Mussy dropped and split his wig 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' his teeth he smiled like he gunned out
Big bolo, stackin' his financed a Volvo
He copped his shit a small, coffee shop in SoHo

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