Luyện nghe bài hát Money, Cash, Hoes

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

Yo, yo, J A Y, I flow
Fuck all y'all blow dick
I spits the for those that throw bricks
Money cash hoes, money chicks what?

Sex murder and mayhem for the street
Only wife of mines is a life of
And since, life's a bitch in mini-skirts and big
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 and raise the price on these niggaz
cant floss on my level

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

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Flavors robust platinum and touch
Y'all rap now, fast money let's it up
Niggaz try to stop to no luck
Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO, what?

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

Ever since came through and crushed the buildings
I'm tryin' to restore the feelings 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 this
Bed-Stuy Brooknon on the world
Shit, I led a life you can write a on
Sex murder and mayhem for the street

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

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

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

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

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Roc-A-Fella shit
Ruff
My nigga
Uhh-uh
stop biatch
Uh, yeah
the game yo