Luyện nghe bài hát Money And Power

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

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

Manny Fresh (2x)

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

Chorus: Fresh (4x)

I owe my to my homeboy Manny
Cause I'd probably still be in a
Or sellin' yey on these dark city streets
Or duckin' these haters to visit me
Or the feds, me to face 4 to 40 for conspiracy
Playboy this is real to me
I'm rollin' wit' automatic 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' City in my song nigga
And you wearin' earings with bezzels 'cause I 'em nigga
But you the reason why I keep it real with
Juvenile came and formed this Hot Boy
And Lil Weezy I know you planted the
And when it come I know you gon' it after me
I owe it all to the Lord and to Suga Slim for me
>From these guns, the white
And puttin' that ron on nigga son
And tellin' me that I can be all
And tellin' me I could save this nigga baby
And if you don't believe me playa I put it on that 99 big body
And the Lord and My friends cause Cash out to win
you could believe that
How You Luv Boy
Hah Nigga, How You Luv That
Tell Me nigga, How You Luv That
Hah Nigga, How You Luv That
It's all gravy
Nigga been shit nigga
Ridin' flossin' before we did all shit nigga
dollar homes nigga
Everybody in my clique on chrome nigga
I don't make nah nigga for shit
Once we want it we get that shit
you could believe that