Luyện nghe bài hát If You Want This Money

You are now entering a Bad Boy (3x)
Yeah!

This is for the who ain't got shit to love
I cripple thugs, just
You not Jada but you could, kiss the
Until your hit up
Rap in the studio, wasting bucks
You're better off making sure papi know your name
Guess who ghostwrite for me, my brain
Now it, better place checks
Bad Boy, big nigga, HF

[Classy Blassy]
I put it for mine, my crew live a life of crime
non-stop, when they on the climb
And BK, no such thing, dark
The sun go down, the tool start to
Outline in chalk, moms lift the
handle in the street, motherfuck the court
Shouldn't talk the talk, you walk the walk
It's The Hoodfellaz, what the fuck y'all

[G. Dep -
Now if you want this baby
Then I guess you in the right
And if your mind right sugar
Then you to get up outta my face
So what's the
Cant' ya see how a feel?
And let me know if you ride tonight
Cause this paper we is real, all day

It's like y'all (that y'all)
Don't get it with the rap y'all (rap y'all)
Still walk around the gat y'all (gat y'all)
make me have to point it at y'all (at y'all)
And clap (clap y'all)
That's how I see goin'
Chains showin', rings glowin', Rovin'
And my nigga push like Beethoven
It's gonna stay like that the pearly gates open

[P.
And here we go {overlaps Verse's last
Aiyyo, let's get it where it to be
Tuned in to the, P-the-D, believe
I told y'all on for life
The only bars I ever be behind is the one's I
Hold it down, the crown
What I gotta brag for? should know by now
Cats talk and that, so we rip the track
This a fact, a wrap, uh!

(Chorus)

[G.
Yo, yo
Niggas mad at the we bad
Man I won't stop like a New York
If your shit wack, we
If you got beef, we come back like a tax
We get money, money, no quotas
We gon' fuck around and do this murder, no
Aiyyo, I burn
till I drop it, then you can learn more (Why?)
Cause you a

Sims]
Numb in my
And enough to numbin' the brain
Lovin' the brain, let a slob till it's come and
Strollin' the block, honey holdin' the
1-9, come on baby, it's time
In a truck blue, yellin' my you's
Doin' a buck-2, circle hoods like Doug
Huggin' the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the
Come on, I can dessert outta beef

(Chorus - fade)