Luyện nghe bài hát I Love The Dough

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We push the hottest V's, peel
Through the city, play Monopoly 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 shapes of
Bein broke is and I'm quite grown
Run up in the club with the ice on, me and
Scope the spot out, see nice and I'm gone
You cats is home, the fight's on
I'm in the fifteen hundred seats, Ty-son
Same night, same
But one of us ain't playin right, I let you tell it
People place in the shoes of two felons
And me you won't ball every chance you get
And any chance you hit, we live for the
Makes sense don't it? Now dollars
pop bottles bone chicks that favor Idalis
And rack up flier mileage

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

I'm poppin Magnums Jigga bag somethin
is platinum, got jet lag from
Flights back and forth, pop corks of the grapes
Make the best CD's and the best
Don't forget the vinyl, take break spinals
Biggie be Richie Lionel, shit
You seen the Jesus, to H classes
Ice project off lights, flashes
Blind broke asses, even got rocks in big mustaches
top fashions
Ain't shit changed, except the number the dot
On the Range, way niggaz at me now, kinda strange
I y'all too
Rather be in Carribean with Rachael
It's unreal, out the blue Frank got sex appeal
Bitches to go, ewww
Still steel, tryin to see five mil
Off the sin-gle, for
You ain't fazin the
your gun's raisin, mine is blazin
See you on see me all to sweetness
Take it for weakness and leave
Blocker, Roca, Fella, Bad Boy
Two MC's mad dough, ju' know!

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

Miracu-lous, pockets full
Niggaz skip the bull we matadors
Snatch the P-89's that we pack in the
And we, clappin doors in Acuras
Snap like, on amateurs
Make you all dance, hold a hammer to
Jig and Big rock ice, no cracks or
Erybody got a part to play, back to
Run up in crib now, crack your doors
the real players live, it's a habit to floss
Play the charts like the Beatles, y'all adapt you
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 y'all

Uhh, uhh
We hit makers acres
shakers in Vegas, you can't break us
Lost on Lakers, gassed off Shaq
Country house, courts on horseback
Ridin cracked crab or lobster
Who say mobsters don't
Niggaz is actors, niggaz deserve
Me I'm, critically acclaimed, past your brain
Reminesce on dames who, coochie to stink
When we rocked house and puffy Gucci links
Now we buy homes in unfamiliar
Tito smile he see our faces
catch more than outfield-ers
Half rappin cats, ain't seen war
Couldn't score if they had game, they lame
my name, I make em dash like Dame

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

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

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