Luyện nghe bài hát Money, Cash, Hoes

Turn the all the way
Turn the all the way down
What? Yeah, come on, Big
Come on, yeah, on

Yo, yo JAY, I flow
all y'all haters blow dick
I spits the game for those that throw
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, chicks,

Sex and mayhem romance for the street
Only wife of mines is a life of
And since life's a bitch in mini skirts and big
How can I not flirt with

life's a nigga, long as life prevent us
We gonna sin a lot and to Christ, forgive us
Fuck it, ice the wrists and raise the price on these
Y'all can't floss on my

I'll you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter
When I go all the harlem playaz wall my
If you get close you can read the scripture
It money, cash, hoes, how real was that nigga, what?

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Flavors platinum and gold touch
Y'all rap now, money lets slow it up
Niggaz try to Jay Z to no luck
Roc A Fella foreva CEO, What?

Us the villains, fuck your
While playa hate we in the upper millions
What's the dealing', huh, it's like New York's been
Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the

I'm tryin' to restore the feeling' fuck the law dealin'
More money, cash, more chilling
I know they gone criticize the hook on this
Like I give a fuck I'm just a crook on song

Bed Stuy Brooknon on the world
Shit, I led a you can write a book on
Sex and mayhem romance for the street
Man and I tell ya be the best seller

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DMX and my bite
Jigga, my rhyme all night
Thugs for life one night with this rap
Let 'em go and I bet know what'll happen

When we clap
Actin' like we owe 'em
Then we show 'em
Talk greasy I think they 'em down the road or somethin'

Fuckin' wit a madman in a bad
It's like fuckin' wit a mad dog that wasn't fed
The only thats stoppin' him is you, what?
'Cos the only thing that he'll be is you, what?

include
in two
Drop it to Clue and the response from the
This was one dog that raw meat

But gettin' back to 'cos I love my niggaz
I shed for my niggaz
Let a nigga holler my niggaz
All I'ma hear is right here my nigga, on

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Roc A shit, uh, uh
Ruff Ryders, my Swizz
Uh, uh, uh, uh
stop Biatch
Uh, uh, uh,
Inspect the yo
Inspect the yo