Luyện nghe bài hát If You Want This Money

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

This is for the niggas who ain't got to love
I thugs, just because
You not Jada but you could, kiss the
Until place hit up
Rap niggas in the studio, wasting
You're better off making sure papi know your well
Guess who ghostwrite for me, my brain
Now believe it, better place
Bad Boy, big nigga, HF

[Classy Freddie
I put it down for mine, my crew live a of crime
non-stop, when they on the climb
And BK, no such thing, dark
The sun go down, the tool start to
in chalk, moms lift the part
Cases handle in the street, the court
Shouldn't talk the talk, you can't the walk
It's The Hoodfellaz, the fuck y'all thought?

[G. Dep -
Now if you want this money
Then I guess you in the place
And if mind ain't right sugar
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' ride
this paper we makin' is real, all day

It's like y'all (that y'all)
Don't get it twisted with the rap (rap y'all)
Still walk with the gat y'all (gat y'all)
Don't me have to point it at y'all (at y'all)
And y'all (clap y'all)
That's how I see goin'
Chains showin', glowin', Range Rovin'
And my nigga ki's like Beethoven
It's gonna stay like that till the pearly gates

[P.
And here we go {overlaps Verse's last
Aiyyo, let's get it where it to be
Tuned in to the, P-the-D, believe
I told y'all it's on for
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 this and that, so we rip the
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 back like a tax return
We get money, hold money, no
We gon' around and do this murder, no motive
Aiyyo, I burn
Wait till I drop it, then you can learn (Why?)
you a turn-off

[Poppa
in my veins
And bought enough to the brain
Lovin' the brain, let a slob till come and arrange
Strollin' the block, holdin' the glock
1-9, come on baby, it's time
In a truck blue, my fuck you's
a buck-2, circle hoods like Doug Ghouls
Huggin' the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the
on, I can make dessert outta beef

(Chorus - fade)