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

[Classy 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 tool 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, the fuck y'all thought?

[G. Dep -
Now if you want this money
Then I guess you in the right
And if your mind ain't sugar
Then you to get up outta my face
So the deal?
ya see how a nigga feel?
And let me know if you gon' ride
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)
Still walk around the gat y'all (gat y'all)
Don't me have to point it at y'all (at y'all)
And y'all (clap y'all)
That's how I see goin'
Chains showin', rings glowin', Range
And my nigga push ki's like
It's gonna stay that till the pearly gates open

[P.
And we go {overlaps Verse's last line}
Aiyyo, let's get it it needs to be
in to the, P-the-D, please believe
I told y'all it's on for
The only bars I be behind is the one's I co-write
Hold it down, the crown
What I gotta brag for? Y'all know by now
Cats this 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 like a tax return
We get money, hold money, no
We fuck around and do this murder, no motive
Aiyyo, I more
Wait till I drop it, you can learn more (Why?)
you a turn-off

[Poppa
in my veins
And bought enough to the brain
Lovin' the brain, let a slob it's come and arrange
Strollin' the block, honey holdin' the
1-9, come on baby, it's time
In a truck blue, yellin' my fuck
Doin' a buck-2, circle hoods like Ghouls
the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the street
Come on, I can make dessert beef

(Chorus - fade)