Luyện nghe bài hát Money, Cash, Hoes

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

Yo, yo, J A Y, I sick
Fuck all y'all haters blow
I the game for those that throw bricks
Money cash hoes, money cash chicks

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

That's life's a nigga, as life prevent us
We gonna send a lot and pray to Christ forgive us, it
Ice the wrists and raise the price on niggaz
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 close enough you can read the
It reads money hoes, how real was that nigga what?

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

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

Ever since Snoop came through and the buildings
I'm tryin' to the feelings fuck 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 crook on this
Bed-Stuy took on the world
Shit, I led a you can write a book on
Sex murder and mayhem for the street

Man and I tell ya be the best seller
Money cash hoes, cash hoes
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Money cash hoes, hoes,

D M X and my bite
Jigga my nigga all night, thugs for life
One with this rap shit, let 'em go
And I bet they know what'll happen we clap shit

like we owe 'em something, then we show 'em something
Talk greasy I think they 'em down the road or something
Fuckin' wit a in a bad mood
It's like fuckin' wit a mad dog that fed food

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

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

Money cash hoes, money cash
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Roc-A-Fella shit
Ryders
My Swizz
Uhh-uh
stop biatch
Uh, yeah
Inspect the yo