Luyện nghe bài hát If You Want This Money

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

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

[Classy 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 start to spark
Outline in chalk, moms lift the
handle in the street, motherfuck the court
Shouldn't talk the talk, you can't the walk
It's The Hoodfellaz, what the y'all thought?

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

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

[P.
And we go {overlaps Verse's last line}
Aiyyo, let's get it where it to be
Tuned in to the, P-the-D, please
I told y'all it's on for
The only bars I ever be is the one's I co-write
it down, hold the crown
What I brag for? 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 won't stop a New York taxicab
If your wack, we burn
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 more
till I drop it, then you can learn more (Why?)
Cause you a

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

(Chorus - fade)