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 shit to
I cripple thugs, just
You not Jada but you could, kiss the
Until your hit up
Rap niggas in the studio, bucks
You're better off making sure papi know your name
Guess who for me, my brain sails/sells
Now believe it, better checks
Bad Boy, big nigga, HF

[Classy Freddie
I put it for mine, my crew live a life of crime
non-stop, when they on the climb
And BK, no such thing, dark
The sun go down, the start to spark
Outline in chalk, moms lift the
Cases in the street, motherfuck 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 want this baby
Then I you in the right place
And if your mind ain't right
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' tonight
Cause this 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)
walk around 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)
That's how I see things
Chains showin', rings glowin', Rovin'
And my nigga ki's like Beethoven
It's gonna stay like till the pearly gates open

[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 y'all it's on for life
The only bars I be behind is the one's I co-write
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
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 gon' fuck around and do murder, no motive
Aiyyo, I more
Wait I drop it, then 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, honey the glock
1-9, on baby, it's crunch time
In a truck blue, my fuck you's
Doin' a buck-2, hoods like Doug Ghouls
the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the street
Come on, I can make dessert outta

(Chorus - fade)