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 blow dick
I spits the game for those that bricks
Money cash hoes, money 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

life's a nigga, long as life prevent us
We gonna a lot and pray to Christ forgive us, fuck 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 is glitter
When I go all the playaz wall my picture
If you get close you can read the scripture
It reads money cash hoes, how real was nigga what?

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

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

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

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

Man and I tell ya till be the 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 happen when we clap shit

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

And the only thing that's him is you
'Cause the 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 that loves raw

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

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