Luyện nghe bài hát Money, Cash, Hoes

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

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

Sex murder and romance for the street
Only wife of is a life of crime
And since life's a bitch in mini and big chests
How can I not with death

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

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

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robust platinum and gold touch
Y'all rap now, fast money slow it up
try to stop Jay Z to no luck
Roc A foreva CEO, what? What?

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

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

Bed Stuy Brooknon took on the
Shit, I led a life you can write a on
Sex and mayhem romance for the street
Man and I tell ya it'll be the seller

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

we clap shit
Actin' we owe 'em somethin'
Then we 'em somethin'
Talk greasy I think they found 'em down the or somethin'

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

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

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

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Roc A shit, uh, uh
Ryders, my nigga Swizz
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Dont Biatch
Uh, uh, uh,
Inspect the yo
the game yo