Luyện nghe bài hát Ha (hot Boy Remix)

You run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run

You known for fuckin' it up, ha
bad-ass 20's on your truck, ha, cost seven and up, ha
You to stay from out that place, ha
Make sure you got your money ha, before it's too late ha

You your Momma livin' good ha
Move children out the hood ha, to up in the woods, ha
post seventy off the hook, ha
Manny has possession, supposed to be up in the book, ha

Juvenile got them looks, ha, but you too to fuck with him
'Cause he be runnin' them crooks, ha, I'm the one, ha
Stick a fork in that 'cause he's done, ha
For the tongue, ha

You got a hole, ha
You got money for bail so now you to roll, ha
You to buy you a car ha, a ninety-nine ha
One look somethin' like mine, ha

You a chaser, you got your block on fire
a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make out of somethin'
You handle biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on
a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and

We got this locked, ha
Cash Money can't be stopped ha, Hot Boys too hot, ha
And you my Rolex watch, ha
And the way I hit the block ha, in camouflage glocks, ha

And you like it we stunt, ha, smokin' blunts, ha
You be them gold fronts, ha we millionaires, ha
Not far billionaires, ha
Got different everywhere, ha

You heard Lil' Wayne, H O T B O Y, ha
with the braids for Cash Money gon' pop, ha-uh
I burn, ha, the hammer sits, ha, here the blitz, ha
A remix, ha

They the Nolia, I'm from the Grove, ha
And you can catch me Tolie and Mario, ha
I the 2 uh 2-6, ha, it's guaranteed to be foolish, ha

You a paper chaser, you got block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you
You know what it is to make nothin' out of
You handle biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got your block on
Remainin' a G, until the moment you
You know what it is to make nothin' out of
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and

You niggaz know I'm my biz, ha
You scared for me to be in the presence of your bitch, ha
You know I would raw dick her ha, naked pictures ha
Then call up my clique and flip her ha

You my click number-one stunters, ha
You we 'bout it, flexin' Lex's, Benz's and Hummers, ha
You know you fuck me, you're dead, ha
But don't lie, I fucked baby-momma, and you feel played, ha

You that jail house is somethin', ha
Bitch buckin' but when it go down, they run to the button, ha
You know the B.G. right ha, you love you hoe
But she wanna get it right, and keep it right, ha

It's goin' in '99, ha
You know fo' sho' it Cash Money time to shine, ha
You know I play the raw, ha
You know you up, I'ma take this beef shit too far, ha

You a chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, the moment you expire
You know it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and

You a paper chaser, you got your block on
Remainin' a G, until the moment you
You know it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

Let's say at a DJ and them boys pullin' guns
You run for it, run for it, run
You in the and my people pullin' guns
You run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run

grab the MAC-11 when we march, nigga step
Fuck with CMR, we march, nigga step
Play with Manny Fresh, we gon' march, nigga
Play with my nigga, Baby, we gon' march, step