Luyện nghe bài hát If You Want This Money

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

This is for the niggas who got shit to love
I cripple thugs, because
You not but you could, kiss the slugs
Until place hit up
Rap niggas in the studio, bucks
You're better off making papi know your name well
Guess who ghostwrite for me, my sails/sells
Now believe it, place checks
Bad Boy, big nigga, HF

[Classy Freddie
I put it for mine, my crew 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
Shouldn't talk the talk, you can't the walk
It's The Hoodfellaz, what the y'all thought?

[G. Dep -
Now if you this money baby
I guess you in the right place
And if your mind right sugar
you need to get up outta my face
So the deal?
Cant' ya see how a nigga
And let me know if you gon' ride
Cause this paper we is real, all day

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

[P.
And here we go {overlaps 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 be behind is the one's I co-write
Hold it down, the crown
What I gotta brag Y'all should know by now
talk this and that, so we rip the track
This a fact, a wrap, uh!

(Chorus)

[G.
Yo, yo
Niggas mad at the we bad
Man I won't like a New York taxicab
If your wack, we burn
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 more
Wait till I drop it, then you can learn (Why?)
you a turn-off

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

(Chorus - fade)