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 cripple thugs, just
You not Jada but you could, the slugs
your place hit up
Rap niggas in the studio, wasting
better off making sure papi know your name well
Guess who ghostwrite for me, my sails/sells
Now believe it, place checks
Bad Boy, big nigga, HF

[Classy Freddie
I put it for mine, my crew live a life of crime
non-stop, when they on the climb
And BK, no such thing, dark
The sun go down, the tool to spark
Outline in chalk, moms lift the
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 this money baby
Then I guess you in the place
And if your mind right sugar
you need to get up outta my face
So what's the
Cant' ya see how a nigga
And let me know if you gon' tonight
Cause this paper we is real, all day

It's like y'all (that y'all)
Don't get it twisted with the rap (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 y'all (clap y'all)
That's how I see things
Chains showin', glowin', Range Rovin'
And my nigga ki's like Beethoven
It's gonna stay like that till the pearly gates

[P.
And here we go {overlaps last line}
Aiyyo, let's get it it needs to be
Tuned in to the, P-the-D, believe
I told it's on for life
The only bars I be behind is the one's I co-write
Hold it down, hold the
What I gotta brag for? Y'all should 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 York
If your shit wack, we
If you got beef, we back like a tax return
We get money, hold money, no
We fuck around and do this 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 enough to numbin' the
Lovin' the brain, let a slob till it's and arrange
the block, honey holdin' the glock
1-9, come on baby, it's crunch
In a truck blue, yellin' my 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)