Luyện nghe bài hát Money, Cash, Hoes

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

Yo, yo JAY, I sick
Fuck all y'all haters 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 skirts and big
How can I not with death

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

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

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

Us the villains, fuck feelings
While y'all playa hate we in the upper
What's the dealing', huh, it's New York's been soft
since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings

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

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

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

When we clap
like 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 wit a mad dog that 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 from the
This was one dog that raw meat

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

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