Luyện nghe bài hát If You Want This Money

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

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

Freddie Blassy]
I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of
Constantly non-stop, they on the climb
And BK, no such thing, it's
The sun go down, the tool to spark
Outline in chalk, moms the part
Cases handle in the street, the court
Shouldn't talk the talk, you 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 ain't right
Then you to get up outta my face
So what's the
Cant' ya see how a nigga
And let me if you gon' ride tonight
Cause this 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 walk around the gat y'all (gat y'all)
Don't make me have to point it at (at y'all)
And clap (clap y'all)
That's how I see things
showin', rings glowin', Range Rovin'
And my nigga push like Beethoven
It's gonna stay that till the pearly gates open

[P.
And here we go {overlaps Verse's line}
Aiyyo, let's get it it needs to be
in to the, P-the-D, please believe
I y'all it's on for life
The bars I ever be behind is the one's I co-write
it down, hold the crown
What I brag for? Y'all should know by now
Cats talk and that, so we rip the track
a fact, it's a wrap, uh!

(Chorus)

[G.
Yo, yo
Niggas mad at the we bad
Man I won't stop 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 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 the brain
the brain, let a slob till it's come and arrange
Strollin' the block, honey the glock
1-9, come on baby, it's crunch
In a truck blue, yellin' my you's
Doin' a buck-2, circle hoods Doug Ghouls
Huggin' the piece, ha ha, Sim is the on the street
Come on, I can make outta beef

(Chorus - fade)