Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Money, Mo Murder, Mo Homicide

-Your bigger than the
-Bigger the Irish
-You run the whole fuckin
-You can be the next John D.
noticed us, nobody gave a shit
-But the bigger we get, the more takin from other people

Yo, in a mahogany, scenery
That was and rain drops
I'm tied up in the cocaine spot, like Bangkok
I'm
type mind controless torture
His accent like the rarest culture
Askin me, my stabbin me gradually
Says its
atonic, mesonic, ironic
I reminded of my fast life ventures
And
Blinded til the enters

AZ:

Yo dun, the sun set
connect get all the tech's
I'm vexed, this love his sex
He respect, lets off his neck
My
Got me thinkin on a higher
See me I'm as foul as ya, but you ain't got no style in ya
I'm into cheddar
Cheese ???
Armani sweaters, plus these could never dead us

Mo money, more more homicide
You catch that body nigga, better have alibi
You never know, it might just be your to take that ride
To pearly white gates, watch that suicide

Now official
Got you sippin on and crystal
You ???
And your clan with you
i'm out to get you
every shell will hit you
Plus I'm on shit to
down whomever's with you

This New York City nineties Era
AZ you know my
Now my is out to ghost ya

AZ:

Center a on the graveyard for real now
The stakes is up a a mil now
I tried to grab him his shield down
walked in a crazy paid up
Sharp but up
gators Barbados
Never seen play those
what they called him
His head and
Sippin cappuchino to his silk suits
Lap was
Laugh was
Canvas of the Iaetola
And on his arm he wore a priceless
pipe smoker
Escobar your life is
Justify the nova
Bullets flew out his right
Corpse a foul odor
The firm one adjourned
Bring it to a

So now you rolling with us like
No phony
no the difference
From solo its the style ancient as Moses scriptures
Its latin kings, black goofies and jesters
us
Crime the minds of youngsters
Where its pitch black can't see you
Godfather three for dead in a cathedral

AZ:

Now you forced to
I got the mind of a grad from
Play your
Or soon you'll be and missing
Its far fiction
My presence is like of a christian
With puttin states under submission
Street
Got me tied thorough burrows
in the ghetto
But in the cut its mellow
Incognito on the
Carlito
Cause we
Niggas don't really us to see dough
You never know it might just be time to take your ride
To pearly white gates watch that suicide