Luyện nghe bài hát Minute Man

Uh, uh, uh, yo
Harlem World gon' me rich
World gon' take your bitch
Harlem is the place to be
M-A-Dollar Sign-E

Yo, up keep it steady
Y'all chicks ain't really
Y'all Stase already
And I pushing a Chevy
I ain't even lyin', I ain't even
People want my
Yo, up with that?
See, running out the mouth gon' get your slapped
me do you like what you see
Is it as could be?
No, Mase ain't for me
And I no desire to be
Or fake chicks rhyme wit me
Uhh, you ain't my man, you down wit me
You ain't certified Harlem World get 'round me
And my big brother thats why you surround me
You could drop me off the same you found me
'Cause it won't be long before you to crown me
If I'm chicken, I'm jerk chicken and flickin'
And men die with chicks, so am I worth

I the ones that don't suck no
I hate the ones who date them chicks
I hate the ones who wanna get you for dough
be a o, Be a o on the low

I hate the ones that don't no oh
I hate the ones who them dumb chicks
I the ones who wanna get you for your dough
be a oh! Be a oh, on the low

Yo, it's right that you hold me tight
Even though we fight, the dough be like
the dough be right
You know we havin a
Sippin on and all
smile and all
Yo' wit fishkill and oil
Ice on the wrist and all
But nevertheless, boo was never a test
That stopped me from loving you
I'm hypnotized, girl by hips and thighs
Definitely lips and eyes
Them chicks can
tryin' to be all in the mix
Your girlfriend ballin' a 6, and my tip
But boo, there's only for 2
Until I get the for you
You how I do
And then you could scoop crew
And do what you to do

I hate the ones that don't no
I hate the who date them dumb chicks
I hate the ones who get you for your dough
be a o, Be a o on the low

Naughty, Naughty,
I went from to crawlin', to a stroller
Way I was and hopin when I get older
That I be
Kicks to camp floatin' with
A and a yacht
Was all that I was hopin to
As a young kid and eventually learned
That money was for that
Never to be burned
Why all get this
Using 'I murder you face'
I be the youngest pushin' a convertible eight
But thought to they gon' taste this
Got honies to the back so they can chase my dick
When I die they'll be a big as a dick
And a pack of fifty redbones me up
For the fact, played it
And I'm to see me, a house and six floors
And a week
Got a spouse, deep while I'm tryin' to sleep
Lookin' out for B 4's diamond creek

But you slow money, 'cause better than no money
I only crap out when I with your money
You Huddy, still sittin' on old money
I hang wit Mase 'cause he keeps them hoes for me
Kick a bit, but yo I'm no dummy
Your love me, so you keeping your girl from me
And tellin' lies, gettin caught in different
Wit different guys, stay different in different pops,

I hate the ones don't suck no
I the ones who date them dumb chicks
I the ones who wanna get you for your dough
be a o, Be a o on the low