Luyện nghe bài hát Money, Cash, Hoes

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

Yo, yo, J A Y, I flow
Fuck all y'all blow dick
I spits the game for those that bricks
Money cash hoes, cash chicks 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 with death

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

I'll invite you all to get wit us if ya is glitter
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 let's slow it up
try to stop Jay-Z to no luck
Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO, What?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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