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

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

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

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

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

We got this locked, ha
Cash Money 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 lovin' gold 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 pop, ha-uh
I burn, ha, the sits, ha, here 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 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, the moment you expire
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, until the moment you
You know it is to make nothin' out of somethin'
You your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin'

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

You know my click stunters, ha
You know we 'bout it, Lex's, Benz's and Hummers, ha
You you fuck with me, you're dead, ha
But lie, I fucked your baby-momma, and you feel played, ha

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

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

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

Let's say you're at a DJ and them 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

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