Luyện nghe bài hát Money, Cash, Hoes

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

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

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

That's life's a nigga, 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 reads money, cash, hoes, how real was nigga, what?

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Flavors robust and gold touch
Y'all rap now, fast money slow it up
Niggaz try to 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, like New York's been soft
Ever since came through and crushed the buildings

I'm tryin' to restore the feeling' fuck the law dealin'
More money, more cash, chilling
I know they criticize the hook on this 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 a book on
Sex and mayhem romance for the street
Man and I ya it'll be the best seller

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DMX and my bite
Jigga, my rhyme all night
Thugs for 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 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 thats him is you, what?
'Cos the only thing that be droppin' is you, what?

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

But gettin' back to just 'cos I my niggaz
I blood for my niggaz
Let a holler where my niggaz
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 stop
Uh, uh, uh,
the game yo
Inspect the yo