Luyện nghe bài hát If You Want This Money

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

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

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

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

It's like that (that y'all)
Don't get it twisted the rap y'all (rap y'all)
walk around with the gat y'all (gat y'all)
Don't make me have to 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 push like Beethoven
It's gonna stay like that the pearly gates open

[P.
And here we go Verse's last line}
Aiyyo, get it where it needs to be
Tuned in to the, P-the-D, believe
I told y'all on for life
The only bars I ever be is the one's I co-write
it down, hold the crown
What I gotta brag for? Y'all know by now
Cats this 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 York
If shit wack, we burn
If you got beef, we come back like a tax
We get money, hold money, no
We gon' fuck around and do murder, no motive
Aiyyo, I more
Wait till I drop it, you can learn more (Why?)
you a turn-off

[Poppa
in my veins
And bought enough to the brain
the brain, let a slob till it's come and arrange
Strollin' the block, honey the glock
1-9, come on baby, it's crunch
In a truck blue, yellin' my fuck
Doin' a buck-2, hoods like Doug Ghouls
Huggin' the piece, ha ha, Sim is the on the street
Come on, I can dessert outta beef

(Chorus - fade)