Luyện nghe bài hát If You Want This Money

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

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

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

[G. Dep -
Now if you want money baby
Then I guess you in the place
And if your mind ain't sugar
Then you to get up outta my face
So what's the
Cant' ya see how a nigga
And let me know if you gon' ride
Cause paper we makin' is real, all day

It's like y'all (that y'all)
Don't get it twisted the rap y'all (rap y'all)
Still 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
Chains showin', rings glowin', Rovin'
And my push ki's like Beethoven
It's gonna stay like that 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 on for life
The bars I ever be behind is the one's I co-write
Hold it down, 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 won't stop like a New taxicab
If shit wack, we burn
If you got beef, we come back like a tax
We get money, money, no quotas
We gon' around and do this murder, no motive
Aiyyo, I burn
till I drop it, then you can learn more (Why?)
Cause you a

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

(Chorus - fade)