Luyện nghe bài hát I Love The Dough

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We push the hottest V's, peel
the city, play Monopoly with real cash
Me and Biggie and the models be, shaking saditty ass
And be, somethin you cats got to see
And the watches be all types and of stones
Bein is childish and I'm quite grown
Run up in the club with the ice on, me and
Scope the out, see somethin nice and I'm gone
You cats is home, the fight's on
I'm in the fifteen hundred seats, Ty-son
Same night, fight
But one of us ain't playin right, I let you tell it
People yourselves in the shoes of two felons
And tell me you won't ball chance you get
And any chance you hit, we for the moment
Makes sense don't it? Now make
Cats pop bottles bone chicks favor Idalis
And rack up frequent flier

Gotta let it show, I the dough, hey
I love the dough, than you know
Gotta let it show, I the dough, hey

I'm poppin while Jigga bag somethin
Watch is platinum, got jet lag
Flights back and forth, pop corks of the best
Make the best CD's and the tapes
forget the vinyl, take girls break spinals
Biggie be Richie like Lionel,
You seen the Jesus, dipped to H
Ice off lights, chick flashes
Blind your broke asses, even got in big mustaches
top fashions
Ain't shit changed, except the after the dot
On the Range, way niggaz look at me now, kinda
I hate too
Rather be in Carribean sands Rachael
It's unreal, out the Frank White got sex appeal
Bitches used to go,
Still tote steel, tryin to see mil
Off the sin-gle, for
You ain't fazin the
While your raisin, mine is blazin
See you on see me all to sweetness
Take it for weakness and quick
Blocker, Roca, Fella, Bad Boy
Two with mad dough, ju' know!

I love the dough, more you know
Gotta let it show, I the dough, hey
I love the dough, more than you
Gotta let it show, I the dough, hey

Miracu-lous, pockets full
skip the bull cause we matadors
Snatch the that we pack in the drawers
And we, doors in your Acuras
Snap like, on amateurs
you all dance, hold a hammer to yours
Jig and Big ice, no cracks or flaws
Erybody got a part to play, back to
Run up in crib now, crack your doors
Watch the players live, it's a habit to floss
Play the like the Beatles, y'all adapt you lost
And toast Cristal on of y'all
Too bad for y'all, ain't too as bad as yours
Truly, do we, we laugh at
Little bastards

Uhh, uhh
We hit makers with
Roll shakers in Vegas, you can't us
Lost chips on Lakers, off Shaq
Country house, tennis courts on
Ridin decidin cracked or lobster
Who say mobsters prosper
Niggaz is actors, deserve Oscars
Me I'm, critically acclaimed, slug your brain
on dames who, coochie used to stink
When we rocked pieces and puffy Gucci links
Now we buy homes in places
Tito smile he see our faces
catch more than outfield-ers
Half these rappin cats, seen war
Couldn't score if they had game, they lame
Speak my name, I make em like Dame

I love the dough, more than you
Gotta let it show, I the dough, hey
I love the dough, more you know
let it show, I love the dough, hey
I love the dough, than you know
Gotta let it show, I the dough, hey

I love the dough, more than you
Gotta let it show, I the dough, hey
I love the dough, than you know
Gotta let it show, I the dough, hey
I love the dough, more than you
Gotta let it show, I the dough, hey

I love the dough, than you know
Gotta let it show, I the dough, hey
I love the dough, than you know
Gotta let it show, I the dough, hey
I love the dough, more you know
let it show, I love the dough, hey

I love the dough, than you know
let it show, I love the dough, hey