Luyện nghe bài hát If You Want This Money

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

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

[Classy Freddie
I put it down for mine, my crew live a 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 the part
Cases in the street, motherfuck the court
Shouldn't talk the talk, you can't walk the
The Hoodfellaz, what the fuck y'all thought?

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

It's that y'all (that y'all)
Don't get it with the rap y'all (rap y'all)
Still walk with the gat y'all (gat y'all)
Don't make me to point it at y'all (at y'all)
And clap (clap y'all)
how I see things goin'
Chains showin', glowin', Range Rovin'
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 last
Aiyyo, get it where it needs to be
in to the, P-the-D, please believe
I y'all it's on for life
The only bars I ever be behind is the one's I
Hold it down, hold the
What I gotta brag for? should know by now
Cats talk this and that, so we rip the
a fact, it's a wrap, uh!

(Chorus)

[G.
Yo, yo
mad at the fact we bad
Man I won't like a New York taxicab
If your shit wack, we
If you got beef, we come back a tax return
We get money, hold money, no
We fuck around and do this murder, no motive
Aiyyo, I more
Wait I drop it, then you can learn more (Why?)
Cause you a

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

(Chorus - fade)