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 tryin' to stay out that place, ha
Make sure you got money straight ha, before it's too late ha

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

got them looks, ha, but you too scared to fuck with him
'Cause he be with them crooks, ha, I'm the one, ha
Stick a fork in that nigga 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 that look somethin' mine, ha

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 be cryin' and sufferin'

You a paper chaser, you got 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 be cryin' and sufferin'

We got thing 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 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 'bout Wayne, H O T B O Y, ha
Shorty with the braids for Cash Money gon' pop,
I burn, ha, the hammer sits, ha, come the blitz, ha
A remix, ha

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

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

You niggaz I'm 'bout my biz, ha
You niggaz for me to be in the presence of your bitch, ha
You know I would raw dick her ha, take pictures ha
Then call up my clique and straight 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 lie, I fucked your baby-momma, and you feel played, ha

You know that 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 don't wanna get it right, and it right, ha

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

You a chaser, you got your block on fire
Remainin' a G, until the moment you
You know what it is to nothin' out of somethin'
You handle your biz and be cryin' and sufferin'

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

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

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