Luyện nghe bài hát Money, Cash, Hoes

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

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

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

That's life's a nigga, as life prevent us
We gonna send a lot and pray to Christ us, fuck it
Ice the wrists and the price on these niggaz
Y'all cant floss on my

I'll 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 cash hoes, how real was that nigga what?

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Flavors platinum and gold touch
Y'all rap now, fast money slow it up
Niggaz try to stop to no luck
Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO, What?

Us the villains, fuck your
While playa hate we in the upper millions
What's the it's like New York's been soft

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Roc-A-Fella uhh-uh
Ruff
My nigga
Uhh-uh
Dont stop
Uh, yeah
the game yo