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 haters blow dick
I the game for those that throw bricks
Money hoes, money cash chicks what?

Sex murder and mayhem romance for the
Only wife of mines is a of crime
And since, life's a bitch in and big chests
How can I not flirt with

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

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Flavors platinum and gold touch
rap now, fast money let's slow it up
Niggaz try to Jay-Z to no luck
Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO, what?

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

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

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

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

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

And the thing that's stoppin' him is you
'Cause the only thing he'll be droppin' is you
Topic include, in two
it to Clue and the response from 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 nigga holler where my
All I'ma hear is right my nigga

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Roc-A-Fella shit
Ruff
My nigga
uhh-uh
Dont biatch
Uh, uh-huh
Inspect the yo