Luyện nghe bài hát M.O.B.

You already know it do nigga
You know the size of it too
Cash
money
I dont know what they be shorty
But fuck 'em, you know they be talking about my
Yeah, If we dont know nothin, we know we grind for the shine daddy
that
One million, two million, million, four million
You it?
If you cant bitch, go get your nose straightened out

{Lil
You at a soldier
Bitch I'm the thing
Born and raised in the of a poor ring
I a bad thing into a good thing
Listenin to malcom feelin like i've been
I could about tomorrow and its promises
But I'ma just load my gat on some shit
And i hear they got a drought on it
I take a month out of rap and I til I'm out of it
Yeah, you can smell the work in the car
Smell you in the trunk if you at all
Shit, I got on my neck bitch and all my teeth
52 carrots, bunny, all drug money
I got an on the west coast
I buy 'em for five and sell 'em for mo' Fo' sho
I'm nice the flo
But a few know
I'm a hustla on the low

Look the eyes of a hustla baby
Yeah, money get it
and the I get it
Its ova bitches
Yeah, you know its money ova
go get my money
Look into the of a hustla baby
Yeah, I'ma get it
and the I get it
Its money ova
Yeah, you know its money ova
go get my money

{Lil
it out the wrapper
Sit it on the
Break a off and put it in my bitch's nose
She me how it feels
numb, She's froze
Bitch! wake up and help me cook hoes
I get my cake up 'cause all I eat is dough
I'm a dangerous watch your feets, your toes
I bang mothafucka you cant keep the clothes
Thats your mouth talkin bout
Stop jumpin out face
I have a hundred bugs shots jumpin out ya face
One shot will knock your girlfriends out of place
Tony I dont play I coach
Hoe, I spray on the cockroach, die slow
I my flow is hotter than 50
Summertime in
Thats the
As he drove that black coupe through the city
All the try to get me and I let 'em

{Lil
Yeah, I got twenty on my
a rainy day schedule
Rain diamonds nigga
Thats a day bezzle
Yellow earings
Sunny day
Its vicious my
Its eyeview I'd straight you
The bitches on the
for the rescue
But I give 'em guidelines
dicks and pistols
5 hard, 5 soft, wrapped up in
Say bitch you better get back before I to miss you
Its the carter baby all my issues
I gotta get it I'm a hustla to my tennis
Tell them boys come on in the pool
Send a
Then I eat 'em up like food
And I'm floatin with keys in the inner
They prolly see my driving pounds in the 22's
All 51 in the 47
boy, dope boy
Thats they all yellin

{Lil
Shut the fuck up, I dont need niggas.......... timmy p