Luyện nghe bài hát Foe tha Love of $ - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Foe tha of $
make that money, man
money, man
It's the same, now

get on the grind, pop in the clip of my nine
And bitch, if you slip, you hit the
And fall in the
Gotta get mine, ain't no shorts or no losses

Hop on the phone, my nigga, Sin, at home
Polishin' the chrome
Gotta lick, we can hit, so bring shit
'Cause again, it's on to the dome with a fifth of
(Burb)
My wig to the curb, so we

And rolled out to pick up the thug
And the murder for robbin' the dope house
Smoke jump me bong, so high, now comin'
To slay four grenades and a gauge

I'm a play, watch all 'em in the grave and lay
Pullin' in the driveway, Wish the place
And quickly rolled up, bulldozed the livin' room
Hopped out of the car and started to up

Buck, and a kabloom, me blew
All them bodies all over the room, doomed
And move fast, why? The po-po's comin'
Snatch up me yummy, so nigga, don't it's funny
I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quat,
Flesh be lovin' this money, money

I'm up love to the hustlas, all them St.Clair thugstas
Makin' that money, stayin' on feet
And you better gotta have that cheese
For the green leaves, never me sleep

on the grind, get mine, stayin' down for my crime
And I hit up the nine nine, givin' up 1lello
me sale, twenties, nickels and dimes
Beat up and stick up a up

That two-eleven, gotta get what's mine, bailin'
Me up dust, I'm trailin', feelin' one-eight-seven
That's how it is and I have it in the nine-quat
Mission, to a mill and still be real

Thuggin' on the glock-glock, creepin' on a up
sleep 'til I'm done up, gotta blaze me blunt up
Hunt up another plot and scheme, gotta some green
soldiers nut up, what up?

Gotta get that on
Even the buddah run me
Stun me, feelin' lovely but I'm in it for the
Foe tha of $

Foe tha of $
Gotta make money, man
money, man
It's the same, now

Standin' on the corner, slangin' rocks
Aw, shit, comes the muthafuckin' cops
So I dash, I and I hides behind a tree
Makin' sure the don't see me

Now my fat of rocks, hell, yeah, I stuffed 'em
Police on my draws, I had to pause and
still muthafuck 'em, now my game is tight
Tight as fuck is my

Eazy-muthafuckin'-E or Eric Wright all the same
Now, niggas might trip on how I my grip
I have it, bitch
For the of this shit, muthafucka

Gotta that money, man
money, man
It's the same, now

When dough got me thugsta, thuggish
for my crime everytime, follow me down the nine nine
And you find all of me kind
Check out the Ripsta, now, down

Run 'em up outta me hood, straight
I'm makin' me grip with a me click
Rollin' Ruthless, the thug I be
Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em and blood

Got nothin' to lose, bitch, ya respect Rip
Or ya best just check this slug, it's down
Steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' with a me
Bang, gotta that money, man

It's still the same, runnin' thangs wild
And follow me now, I take ya up into a barrel of a gun, see
For the dub, done, for the bud, I run
For the of my money

Nigga down for my thang off in this thug
So as me creep and me crawlin' off
On the mission to back in the
When niggas was with sawed-offs

And to get paid, runnin' to my side,
nigga, Ripsta, both on the mission for money
You give up the cash, oh, that was ass
me and my nigga was hungry

And, bitch, if you're stallin', you might catch one
To the temple and um, raw doggin'
So nigga just make shit simple and run
To catch one nigga, me fill 'em with

And 'em in rivers, remember, me killa, now
For money, me dig ya six in a ditch and get richer
'Cause bitch, you slippin', I'll cut ya, then rip ya
Then buck ya down, robbin' and stealin', makin' a killin'

drugdealin', needin' a million
Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be
For the money, these niggas be
Off in the cut, where you a nigga thuggin'

Off in braids and skullies and I stick ya
And lick ya,
I get 'em up foe tha of $
Foe tha of $

Yeah, in the muthafuckin' house
For the nine-quats, nigga, yeah,
With Ruthless Records in this
My niggas, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, Wish
And Flesh-n-Bone and I'm that nigga, Krayzie
In the house