Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Still Rules/scary Hours

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

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

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

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

Rich lifestyle, like an ordinary white child
But right now, Son is still shine, shed now
Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it 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 spot

I stickin' fiends at the one-six-ooh
when we was starvin', duckin' five-oh, 'em dues
Times is in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in
We warrin' and cage dodgin', 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 bad intention and Wu-Wear garment

So I see no need to
The potency of a sting a killa bee
Kickin' the out the back of them
Wisecracks distorted for 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 Lung got to tell you where it's comin' from

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

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

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

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

Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin' his
dropped and split 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 dirt 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 financed a Volvo
He copped his shit from a small, shop in SoHo

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