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

You want your Momma livin' ha
your children out the hood ha, to up in the woods, ha
Baby seventy off the hook, ha
Fresh has possession, supposed to be up in the book, ha

Juvenile got them looks, ha, but you too scared to fuck him
he be runnin' with them crooks, ha, I'm the one, ha
Stick a in that nigga '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 paper chaser, you got your block on
Remainin' a G, the moment you expire
You know what it is to make out of somethin'
You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You know jail house is somethin', ha
niggaz buckin' but when it go down, they run to the button, ha
You the B.G. ain't right ha, you love you hoe
But she wanna get it right, and keep it right, ha

goin' down in '99, ha
You know fo' sho' that it Cash Money to shine, ha
You know I play the raw, ha
You know you slip up, take this beef shit too far, ha

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

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

Let's say you're at a DJ and them boys pullin'
You run for it, run for it, run
You in the Magnolia and my people 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 CMR, we gon' march, nigga step
Play with Fresh, we gon' march, nigga step
Play my nigga, Baby, we gon' march, nigga step