Luyện nghe bài hát If You Want This Money

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

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

Freddie Blassy]
I put it for mine, my crew live a life of crime
non-stop, when they on the climb
And BK, no such thing, it's
The sun go down, the start to spark
in chalk, moms lift the part
Cases handle in the street, 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 right
And if your ain't right sugar
Then you to get up outta my face
So what's the
Cant' ya see how a feel?
And let me know if you ride tonight
Cause this 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 around 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', rings glowin', Range
And my push ki's like Beethoven
It's gonna stay like till the pearly gates open

[P.
And here we go {overlaps Verse's line}
Aiyyo, let's get it it needs to be
Tuned in to the, P-the-D, please
I y'all it's on for life
The only bars I be behind is the one's I co-write
it down, hold the crown
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 shit wack, we burn
If you got beef, we come back a tax return
We get money, hold money, no
We gon' around and do this murder, no motive
Aiyyo, I burn
Wait I drop it, then you can learn more (Why?)
Cause you a

[Poppa
in my veins
And enough to numbin' the brain
Lovin' the brain, let a slob till come and arrange
the block, honey holdin' the glock
1-9, come on baby, crunch time
In a truck blue, my fuck you's
Doin' a buck-2, hoods like Doug Ghouls
Huggin' the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the
Come on, I can make dessert outta

(Chorus - fade)