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 the game for those that throw bricks
Money cash hoes, money cash what?

Sex murder and romance for the street
wife of mines is a life of crime
And since, life's a bitch in mini-skirts and big
How can I not flirt death

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

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

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Flavors robust platinum and 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, fuck feelings
While y'all playa hate we in the upper
What's the dealings it's like New York's soft

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

I they gone criticize the hook on this song
Like I a fuck I'm just a crook on this song
Bed-Stuy Brooknon on the world
Shit, I led a life you can a book on
Sex murder and mayhem for the street

Man and I tell ya till be the best
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D M X and my dogs
Jigga my nigga rhyme all night, for life
One night 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 fuckin' wit a mad dog that wasn't fed

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

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

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Roc-A-Fella uhh-uh
Ruff
My Swizz
Uhh-uh
Dont stop
Uh, yeah
the game yo