Luyện nghe bài hát Daddy Get That Cash

Lil' Mo, at me
Get that daddy

If it's you versus me, about it
They gon' yell my when they announce the winner
And I ain't to sell much
I got my honeys on the plane but the flyin' south for the winter

Don't get ya familiated
I'm so gangsta that, just knowin' myself makes me
What chu think honey hold 'em hammers
So she can spend 10 cent at Sander store?

We gon' hit Drive, drive on Beverly Hills
I love her, so I'm spendin' like 70 bills
[Incomprehensible] keep ya big
Light a blunt and just beg me to

a player but my life is real all of the time
So she went and a gun a 'lil smaller than mine
a down ass chick and she keep it real
So I'ma keep it real back all of the

Daddy gotta get that
(I'm ta get it, I'm goin' ta get it
Daddy gotta get cash
(I'm ta get it, I'm goin' ta get it
gotta get that cash
(I'm ta get it, I'm goin' ta get it)
gotta get that cash
(I'm goin' ta get it, I'm ta get it)

Daddy go and get that
Go and get the black suit, grab the burner get that match
She said, "Tell me you goin"
It's no doubt that I'm comin' in she could fit a little 9 or a 22

Right inside her bra or Klein underwear
Mami you stay home and bag up the work
I'm just goin' out to play chrome or nag up a
If I kiss her then her melt

Listen dogg, you don't the work
That she in the garter belt
No doubt I love her, I'ma you the truth
But get it fucked up and get fucked up
Only thing sweet P is his tooth

And she could sleep another dude
She gon' me where the safe at
The at, how to rob his mother too
go and get that cash
That's what my honey holla'd out every time I hit ass

Daddy gotta get that
(I'm goin' ta get it, I'm ta get it)
Daddy gotta get cash
(I'm ta get it, I'm goin' ta get it)
Daddy get that cash
(I'm ta get it, I'm goin' ta get it)
gotta get that cash
(I'm ta get it, I'm goin' ta get it)

Since you daddy get that cash
Get the and the mink and the ring and the gift wrapped Jag
And you got the bomb ass, I pay the phone and the rent
But it real boo, you pay the Conair

If I get knocked, she in the B I
some money on my books, give weed to a nigga
And don't about shit, 'cause I be out soon
No doubt my Booby-cat

She drop my bricks off on Broadway
she go and get a doobie wrapped
Lookin' at the God, we all a little
One pop for the pasta, one pop for the
Holiday Styles, one shot for the door

And it's sorta we Bonnie and Clyde
I the ooby up, she gon' roll the booby up, then mami abide
And she said, "Daddy get cash"
She know I but had no idea that I would skip that fast

Daddy get that cash
(I'm ta get it, I'm goin' ta get it)
Daddy gotta get that
gotta get that cash