Luyện nghe bài hát Money, Cash, Hoes

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

Yo, yo JAY, I sick
Fuck all y'all haters blow
I spits the for those that throw bricks
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, chicks,

Sex murder and mayhem for the street
Only of mines is a life of crime
And since a bitch in mini skirts and big chests
How can I not with death

That's a nigga, long as life 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 enough you can read the scripture
It reads money, cash, hoes, how real was that nigga,

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

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

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 give a fuck I'm a crook on this song

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

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

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

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

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

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

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