Luyện nghe bài hát MFs Mad Pt. 2

[Hook: of 300]
Bitch, I'm still loaded swag
Still see and I sag
I got dough in the stash
Still keep that on my lap
Your hoe know how to act
You better hope I don't
Still that mufuckin' cash
That's why mufuckas mad
Bitch, I'm still loaded with
Still see and I sag
I still got dough in the
Still keep poll on my lap
Your hoe know how to act
You better hope I don't
Still gettin' that mufuckin'
That's why these mad

[Verse 1: Talley of
I be fly I die like
I just out a plane, yeah
I go and get the cash, why
You wonder why it hasn't yet
Though I fly in my chain (no homo)
In Ralph Lauren and
chasin' bills by the hundred
You know some shit change, yeah
Fell in before still em'
Kano, I hit 'em
be no time to forgive 'em
They mad and they show all the
Prayin' don't tip 'em or I'll have to fill a
Your bitch tryna get her skirt
You prolly wonder why she
Cause she follow me an attendant
While I drip sauce like a chef in a
mad, they soo fuckin' sad
It's soo funny, but don't make me laugh
still on my lap, you still'll get blast
I finger the .12, I hit the gas
I'm the stash, I'm still on my way
Clockin' money like I work the cab
But bitch I'm an uber, don't get in the way of a
Cause your first sign be your last
Pow! pow!

Montana of 300]
Bitch, I'm still loaded with
Still see and I sag
I still got dough in the
Still keep poll on my lap
Your hoe know how to act
You better hope I smash
Still gettin' that mufuckin'
That's why these mad
Bitch, I'm still loaded with
Still see and I sag
I still got dough in the
Still keep poll on my lap
Your hoe don't how to act
You better hope I smash
Still gettin' mufuckin' cash
why these mufuckas mad

[Verse 2: of 300]
Strapped up in the whip with my
Don't get your pic on the
Just your rent on my shoes
Look I went to the moon
I got polo on my
Run up, poll'll go off
These know I'm a boss
They know I'm with sauce
I get dough on the
Like my pockets, I'm up
wingin' like the predator
Two steps of ya
My bad as angelica
Bitch I've poppin', no settin' up
bitch, she frantic
She went down, I her titanic
Blue on me captain planet
Fuck nigga, panic
That on me no mechanic
Thompson with heat no ceramic
If it ain't no polo, then I'm rockin' my
swoler than bolo
I into my closet
See more than a dojo
Ya hoe all on my
Talk shit, a no no
Hit ya in slowmo
Then roll up like a
Shot in a photo
But once I done 'em like flow jo
Bet you they play no more though
Then back to dough, though