Luyện nghe bài hát Money And Power

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

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

Chorus: Fresh (2x)

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

Manny Fresh (4x)

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