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 shit to
I cripple thugs, just
You not but you could, kiss the slugs
Until place hit up
Rap niggas in the studio, wasting
You're better off making sure papi know name well
Guess who ghostwrite for me, my brain
Now believe it, better place
Bad Boy, big nigga, HF

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

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

It's like that (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 have to point it at (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 Beethoven
It's gonna stay like that the pearly gates open

[P.
And here we go {overlaps Verse's last
Aiyyo, get it where it needs to be
in to the, P-the-D, please believe
I told y'all it's on for
The only I ever be behind is the one's I co-write
it down, hold the crown
What I gotta brag for? should know 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 shit wack, we burn
If you got beef, we come like a tax return
We get money, hold money, no
We fuck around and do this murder, no motive
Aiyyo, I burn
Wait till I drop it, you can learn more (Why?)
you a turn-off

[Poppa
in my veins
And bought to numbin' the brain
Lovin' the brain, let a slob till it's come and
Strollin' the block, holdin' the glock
1-9, come on baby, crunch time
In a truck blue, yellin' my you's
a buck-2, circle hoods like Doug Ghouls
Huggin' the piece, ha ha, Sim is the on the street
on, I can make dessert outta beef

(Chorus - fade)