Luyện nghe bài hát If You Want This Money

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

This is for the niggas who ain't got to love
I cripple thugs, because
You not Jada but you could, the slugs
Until your hit up
Rap in the studio, wasting bucks
better off making sure papi know your name well
Guess who ghostwrite for me, my sails/sells
Now believe it, place checks
Bad Boy, big nigga, HF

[Classy Freddie
I put it down for mine, my live a life of crime
Constantly non-stop, when they on the
And BK, no thing, it's dark
The sun go down, the tool to spark
in chalk, moms lift the part
Cases in the street, motherfuck the court
talk the talk, you can't walk the walk
It's The Hoodfellaz, the fuck y'all thought?

[G. Dep -
Now if you this money baby
I guess you in the right place
And if your mind ain't sugar
Then you need to get up my face
So what's the
ya see how a nigga feel?
And let me know if you ride tonight
Cause this we makin' is real, all day

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

[P.
And here we go {overlaps Verse's line}
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 bars I ever be behind is the one's I co-write
Hold it down, the crown
What I gotta brag for? Y'all should by now
talk this and that, so we rip the track
This a fact, a wrap, uh!

(Chorus)

[G.
Yo, yo
mad at the fact we bad
Man I stop like a New York taxicab
If your wack, we burn
If you got beef, we back like a tax return
We get money, hold money, no
We gon' fuck around and do this murder, no
Aiyyo, I burn
Wait till I drop it, then you can learn (Why?)
Cause you a

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

(Chorus - fade)