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 cripple thugs, because
You not Jada but you could, the slugs
your place hit up
Rap niggas in the studio, bucks
You're better off making sure papi know your name
who ghostwrite 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
Constantly non-stop, when on the climb
And BK, no thing, it's dark
The sun go down, the tool start to
Outline in chalk, moms the part
handle in the street, motherfuck the court
Shouldn't talk the talk, you can't walk the
It's The Hoodfellaz, what the y'all thought?

[G. Dep -
Now if you this money baby
Then I guess you in the place
And if your mind right sugar
you need to get up outta my face
So what's the
Cant' ya see how a feel?
And let me know if you ride tonight
Cause this paper we 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 with the gat (gat y'all)
Don't me have to point it at y'all (at y'all)
And clap (clap y'all)
how I see things goin'
Chains showin', glowin', Range Rovin'
And my nigga push ki's Beethoven
It's stay like that till the pearly gates open

[P.
And here we go {overlaps Verse's last
Aiyyo, get it where it needs to be
Tuned in to the, P-the-D, please
I told y'all on for life
The only I ever be behind is the one's I co-write
Hold it down, the crown
What I gotta brag for? Y'all should 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 like a New taxicab
If your wack, we burn
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

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

(Chorus - fade)