Luyện nghe bài hát Money, Cash, Hoes

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

Yo, yo, J A Y, I flow
all y'all haters blow dick
I spits the game for those that throw
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Sex murder and romance 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 flirt death

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

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robust platinum and gold touch
Y'all rap now, money let's slow it up
Niggaz try to stop to no luck
foreva CEO, what? What?

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

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

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

Man and I ya till be the best seller
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D M X and my bite
Jigga my rhyme all night, thugs for life
One with 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 greasy I think they found 'em down the road or
Fuckin' wit a in a bad mood
It's fuckin' wit a mad dog that wasn't fed food

And the only thing stoppin' 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 for my niggaz
Let a holler where my niggaz
All I'ma hear is right my nigga

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