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, because
You not Jada but you could, kiss the
your place hit up
Rap niggas in the studio, bucks
You're better off making sure papi know your name
who ghostwrite for me, my brain sails/sells
Now believe it, better checks
Bad Boy, big nigga, HF

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

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

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

[P.
And here we go Verse's last line}
Aiyyo, let's get it it needs to be
Tuned in to the, P-the-D, believe
I told it's on for life
The only bars I ever be behind is the I co-write
it down, hold the crown
What I gotta brag Y'all should know by now
Cats 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 shit wack, we
If you got beef, we come like a tax return
We get money, hold money, no
We gon' fuck around and do murder, no motive
Aiyyo, I burn
Wait till I drop it, then you can learn (Why?)
Cause you a

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

(Chorus - fade)