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, the slugs
Until your hit up
Rap niggas in the studio, wasting
You're better off making sure papi know your well
who ghostwrite for me, my brain sails/sells
Now believe it, better checks
Bad Boy, big nigga, HF

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

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

It's like that (that y'all)
get it twisted with the rap y'all (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 clap (clap y'all)
how I see things goin'
Chains showin', rings glowin', Range
And my nigga ki's like Beethoven
gonna stay like that till the pearly gates open

[P.
And here we go {overlaps Verse's line}
Aiyyo, get it where it needs to be
in to the, P-the-D, please believe
I told y'all on for life
The only bars I ever be behind is the I co-write
Hold it down, hold the
What I gotta brag Y'all should know by now
Cats talk this and that, so we rip the
a fact, it's a wrap, uh!

(Chorus)

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

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

(Chorus - fade)