Luyện nghe bài hát Money, Cash, Hoes

Turn the all the way
Turn the lights all the way
What,
Come on, big
Come on, on

Yo, yo, J A Y, I sick
all y'all haters blow dick
I spits the game for those that throw
Money cash hoes, money cash what?

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

That's life's a nigga, long as life us
We gonna send a lot and pray to Christ us, fuck it
Ice the wrists and raise the price on niggaz
Y'all floss 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 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
Niggaz try to stop to no luck
foreva CEO, what? What?

Us the villains, fuck feelings
While y'all playa we in the upper millions
What's the dealings it's New York's been soft

Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the
I'm tryin' to restore the feelings fuck the law keep
More money, cash, more chilling

I know gone criticize the hook on this song
Like I give a I'm just a crook on this song
Brooknon took on the world
Shit, I led a you can write a book on
Sex murder and mayhem romance for the

Man and I ya till be the best seller
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D M X and my bite
my nigga rhyme all night, thugs for life
One night this rap shit, let 'em go
And I bet know what'll happen when we clap shit

Actin' we owe 'em something, then we show 'em something
Talk greasy I think they found 'em down the or something
Fuckin' wit a in a bad mood
It's fuckin' wit a mad dog that wasn't fed food

And the only that's stoppin' him is you
'Cause the only thing he'll be droppin' is you
Topic include, in two
Drop it to Clue and the from the street
This was one dog that raw meat

But gettin' to just 'cause I love my niggaz
I shed blood for my
Let a nigga holler where my
All hear is right here my nigga

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Roc-A-Fella shit
Ryders
My Swizz
Uhh-uh
Dont biatch
Uh, uh-huh
the game yo