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 Jada but you could, kiss the
your place hit up
Rap niggas in the studio, wasting
You're better off making papi know your name well
Guess who ghostwrite for me, my sails/sells
Now believe it, better place
Bad Boy, big nigga, HF

[Classy Freddie
I put it down for mine, my crew a life of crime
Constantly non-stop, when on the climb
And BK, no such thing, it's
The sun go down, the tool to spark
Outline in chalk, moms the part
handle in the street, motherfuck the court
Shouldn't talk the talk, you walk the walk
It's The Hoodfellaz, what the y'all thought?

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

It's like y'all (that y'all)
get it twisted with 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 y'all (clap y'all)
how I see things goin'
Chains showin', rings glowin', Range
And my nigga push ki's Beethoven
It's stay like that till the pearly gates open

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

(Chorus)

[G.
Yo, yo
mad at the fact we bad
Man I won't like 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 gon' fuck around and do this murder, no
Aiyyo, I burn
Wait till I drop it, then you can learn (Why?)
you a turn-off

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

(Chorus - fade)