Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Still Rules/scary Hours

Shake niggaz
hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout
Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on
a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggaz to Queens
Guess jeans, she thirty-five beans

Hit the cell phone, with well known tone
A Wally kingpin, who also 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 gray beard, 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 wanna pull a heist, guns and robberies
You wanna rep, step in yellow Wallabies
arraigned, the century fox, little glocks
Them niggaz with stocks, wail on your

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

He's a slave cop, pop
suits who bay stop us
Blow that cat at the Purple Haze

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

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

So I see no to mention
The potency of a sting a killa bee
the battery out the back of them
Wisecracks distorted for get high you hijack

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

us swimmin' with 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 don't nuttin' move but the

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

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

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

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

Slim woke him up him he wild out
Blood from his teeth he smiled like he gunned out
Big bolo, his shit financed a Volvo
He copped his shit from a small, coffee shop in

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