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 been known for it up, ha
Them 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 straight ha, before it's too 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
Manny Fresh has possession, to be up in the book, ha

Juvenile got 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 block on fire
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 a paper chaser, you got your on fire
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

We got this locked, ha
Money can't be stopped ha, them Hot Boys too hot, ha
And you my Rolex watch, ha
And the way I hit the block ha, in with 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 broads everywhere, ha

You heard Lil' Wayne, H O T B O Y, ha
Shorty with the braids for Cash Money gon' pop,
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 me with Tolie and Mario, ha
I represent the 2 uh 2-6, ha, it's to be foolish, ha

You a paper chaser, you got your on fire
a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make out of somethin'
You your 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 know I'm 'bout 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 know my number-one 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 your baby-momma, and you feel played, ha

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

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

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

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