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 haters blow dick
I spits the game for those that throw
cash hoes, money cash chicks what?

Sex murder and mayhem for the street
Only wife of mines is a of crime
And since, life's a bitch in and big chests
How can I not flirt with

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

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

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robust platinum and gold touch
Y'all rap now, fast money slow it up
Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no
foreva CEO, what? What?

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

Ever since came through and crushed the buildings
I'm tryin' to restore the fuck the law keep dealing
More money, 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 romance for the street

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 with this rap shit, let 'em go
And I bet they know what'll happen we clap shit

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

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

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

Money hoes, money cash hoes
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Roc-A-Fella uhh-uh
Ruff
My Swizz
Uhh-uh
stop biatch
Uh, yeah
the game yo