Luyện nghe bài hát Money And Power

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

Nugga ge yo shit
Tell the homeboys, we gone shine in the weather
Strap up we gon' ride
all I wan' do is play with hoes tonight
And my Rollies with my speak through the ice
Let my Jag drop top speak through the gold lights
Man, I'm on an all flight
about a millie on a silly night
On the really,I'm worth about a hundred millie on a rainy
Playboy and my be tight
I wanna holla at my brother L, he restin' in peace
My daddy Johnny, playa he restin' in
Or my Gladys or my sister Noreese
Man of my family already deceased
But this baller life mean nothin' to me
Playa if I can't it with my muthafuckin' family
roll 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 playboy if you don't believe me
You better stay rollin' in the UPT
Besides all these cars and all these
at me playa thangs for 10 a ki
Playboy you believe me

Manny Fresh (2x)

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

Chorus: Fresh (4x)

I owe my dedication to my Manny
Cause I'd still be in a penitentiery
Or still sellin' yey on these dark city
Or these haters tryin' to visit me
Or the feds, me to face 4 to 40 for conspiracy
Playboy life is real to me
I'm rollin' wit' automatic artillery
All I can say s Fresh kept it real me
But I my lil B.G. could feel me
That's why I'm hollin' Chopper City in my song
And you wearin' earings with bezzels 'cause I 'em nigga
But you the reason why I it real with niggaz
Juvenile and formed this Hot Boy Clique
And Lil Weezy I know you the seed
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 I can be all gravy
And me that I could save this nigga baby
And if you don't believe me I put it on that 99 big body Benz
And the and My friends 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 That
Hah Nigga, How You Luv That
all gravy baby
Nigga been shit nigga
flossin' before we did all this shit nigga
Million homes nigga
Everybody in my clique on chrome nigga
I don't make nah nigga for shit
Once we want it we gon' get shit
Playboy you believe that