Luyện nghe bài hát Money, Cash, Hoes

Turn the all the way
the lights all the way down
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, cash chicks what?

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

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

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

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Flavors platinum and gold touch
Y'all rap now, fast let's slow it up
Niggaz try to stop to no luck
foreva CEO, what? What?

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

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

I they gone criticize the hook on this song
Like I give a fuck I'm just a on this song
Bed-Stuy took on the world
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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D M X and my dogs
my nigga rhyme all night, thugs for life
One night with rap shit, let 'em go
And I bet they know what'll happen when we clap

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

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

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

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Roc-A-Fella uhh-uh
Ryders
My Swizz
uhh-uh
Dont biatch
Uh, yeah
Inspect the yo