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, just
You not but you could, kiss the slugs
Until your hit up
Rap niggas in the studio, wasting
You're off making sure papi know your name well
who ghostwrite for me, my brain sails/sells
Now believe it, better 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 tool start to
Outline in chalk, moms lift the
Cases in the street, motherfuck the court
talk the talk, you can't walk the walk
It's The Hoodfellaz, what the y'all thought?

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

It's like that (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)
how I see things goin'
Chains showin', glowin', Range Rovin'
And my nigga push ki's like
It's gonna stay like that till the pearly gates

[P.
And we go {overlaps Verse's last line}
Aiyyo, let's get it where it to be
in to the, P-the-D, please believe
I told it's on for life
The only bars I ever be is the one's I co-write
Hold it down, hold the
I gotta brag for? Y'all should know by now
Cats talk this and that, so we rip the
This a fact, a wrap, uh!

(Chorus)

[G.
Yo, yo
mad at the fact we bad
Man I stop like a New York taxicab
If shit wack, we burn
If you got beef, we come back a tax return
We get money, money, no quotas
We gon' fuck around and do this murder, no
Aiyyo, I more
Wait till I drop it, you can learn more (Why?)
Cause you a

Sims]
Numb in my
And enough to numbin' the brain
the brain, let a slob till it's come and arrange
Strollin' the block, holdin' the glock
1-9, come on baby, crunch time
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 dessert outta beef

(Chorus - fade)