Luyện nghe bài hát Money And Power

Chorus: Fresh (2x)
If you be me for an hour
Money and Power
Stand tall and and send your records to Tower
You love that (Hot, Hot)
You Would that (Hot, Hot)

Nugga ge yo shit
Tell the homeboys, we gone in the rainy weather
Strap up we gon' tonight
Cause all I do is play with hoes tonight
And my Rollies with my speak through the ice
Let my Jag drop top speak the gold head lights
Man, I'm on an all night
about a millie on a silly night
On the really,I'm worth about a hundred millie on a rainy
and my game be tight
I wanna holla at my little L, he restin' in peace
My daddy Johnny, he restin' in peace
Or my momma or my sister Noreese
Man of my family already deceased
But this baller life don't mean to me
Playa if I share it with my muthafuckin' family
I'ma with my heat and ride with my H.B.'s
And all my hoes say the love me
hats, stayin' strap, Ree's on my feet
Ask 'Lac playboy if you don't me
You better stay straped in the UPT
Besides all these cars and all broads
Holla at me playa for 10 a ki
you could believe me

Chorus: Fresh (2x)

Fresh:
It was one summer night in the middle of
Me and Belle blowin' blunts up under the
When this nigga croos the street talkin' shit
Tellin' all his jive that my music don't hit
See I payed it no
Every album hotter, than the last one partner
What's ya real nigga, for hatin' me man
Cause the that ya wit', was datin' me man
You hoe shit
it on the down low shit
Hoe broke and lonely know shit
Captain Kirk a bitch
I'll rough a
she say, "I had enough shit"
I know ya bumpin' Cash Money, ya like Manny
Got ya CD pumped up to the max
You should be on Springer, 'cause nigga you the king of
Hatin' on niggaz that's keepin' it
Big Tymers had money the record deal
Uh, If fuckin' music don't work nigga then I still got the
Hmm, How you diggin'
How you diggin'
How you diggin'

Manny Fresh (4x)

I owe my to my homeboy Manny
Cause I'd probably still be in a
Or still sellin' yey on these dark streets
Or duckin' these tryin' to visit me
Or the feds, me to face 4 to 40 for conspiracy
Playboy this life is to me
I'm rollin' Uptown wit' artillery
All I can say s Fresh it real wit' me
But I know my lil B.G. could me
That's why I'm hollin' Chopper City in my nigga
And you wearin' earings with bezzels 'cause I bought 'em
But you the why I keep it real with niggaz
Juvenile and formed this Hot Boy Clique
And Lil Weezy I you planted the seed
And when it come I you gon' name it after me
I owe it all to the and to Suga Slim for savin' me
>From guns, round the white
And that ron on another nigga son
And tellin' me that I can be all
And tellin' me that I save this nigga baby
And if you don't believe me I put it on that 99 big body Benz
And the Lord and My friends Cash Money out to win
Playboy you could believe
How You Luv Boy
Hah Nigga, How You Luv That
Me nigga, How You Luv That Playa
Hah Nigga, How You Luv That
all gravy baby
Nigga been havin' nigga
Ridin' before we did all this shit nigga
Million homes nigga
Everybody in my clique ride on nigga
I don't nah nigga wait for shit
Once we want it we gon' get shit
Playboy you could believe