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

[Classy Freddie
I put it down for mine, my crew a life of crime
Constantly non-stop, when on the climb
And BK, no thing, it's dark
The sun go down, the start to spark
in chalk, moms lift the part
Cases in the street, motherfuck the court
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 this baby
Then I guess you in the place
And if your mind ain't sugar
you need to get up outta my face
So the deal?
Cant' ya see how a nigga
And let me know if you gon' ride
this paper we makin' is real, all day

It's like that (that y'all)
Don't get it with the rap y'all (rap y'all)
Still walk with 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 things
showin', rings glowin', Range Rovin'
And my push ki's like 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
Tuned in to the, P-the-D, please
I y'all it's on for life
The only bars I ever be is the one's I co-write
Hold it down, hold the
I gotta brag for? Y'all 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 stop 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 gon' fuck around and do murder, no motive
Aiyyo, I burn
Wait I drop it, then you can learn more (Why?)
you a turn-off

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

(Chorus - fade)