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

Freddie Blassy]
I put it down for mine, my crew live a of crime
Constantly non-stop, when on the climb
And BK, no thing, it's dark
The sun go down, the tool to spark
in chalk, moms lift the part
Cases handle in the street, the court
talk 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
I guess you in the right place
And if your mind ain't right
Then you need to get up outta my
So the deal?
ya see how a nigga feel?
And let me if you gon' ride tonight
this paper we makin' is real, all day

It's like y'all (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)
make me have to point it at y'all (at y'all)
And clap (clap y'all)
how I see things goin'
Chains showin', rings glowin', Rovin'
And my push ki's like Beethoven
It's gonna stay like that till the gates open

[P.
And here we go {overlaps last line}
Aiyyo, let's get it it needs to be
in to the, P-the-D, please believe
I told y'all on for life
The only bars I ever be behind is the one's I
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 won't stop like a New taxicab
If your shit wack, we
If you got beef, we come like a tax return
We get money, money, no quotas
We gon' fuck around and do murder, no motive
Aiyyo, I burn
Wait till I 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
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, circle like Doug Ghouls
Huggin' the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the
Come on, I can make dessert outta

(Chorus - fade)