Luyện nghe bài hát If You Want This Money

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

This is for the who ain't got shit to love
I thugs, just because
You not Jada but you could, kiss the
your place hit up
Rap niggas in the studio, wasting
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 Blassy]
I put it down for mine, my live a life of crime
Constantly non-stop, when they on the
And BK, no such thing, it's
The sun go down, the tool start to
Outline in chalk, 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 want this baby
Then I guess you in the right
And if your mind ain't right
you need to get up outta my face
So the deal?
Cant' ya see how a feel?
And let me know if you ride tonight
Cause paper we makin' is real, all day

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

[P.
And here we go {overlaps Verse's line}
Aiyyo, let's get it it needs 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 Y'all should know by now
Cats talk and that, so we rip the track
a fact, it's 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 and do this murder, no motive
Aiyyo, I more
till I drop it, then you can learn more (Why?)
Cause you a

Sims]
Numb in my
And bought to numbin' the brain
Lovin' the brain, let a slob till it's come and
the block, honey holdin' the glock
1-9, come on baby, it's time
In a truck blue, yellin' my fuck
Doin' a buck-2, circle hoods Doug Ghouls
Huggin' the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the
Come on, I can make outta beef

(Chorus - fade)