Luyện nghe bài hát Money, Cash, Hoes

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

Yo, yo, J A Y, I sick
all y'all haters blow dick
I spits the game for those that bricks
Money cash hoes, money cash chicks

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

life's a nigga, long as life prevent us
We gonna send a lot and pray to Christ us, fuck it
Ice the wrists and the price on these 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 Harlem wall my picture
If you get close enough you can the scripture
It reads money cash hoes, how was that nigga what?

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Flavors robust platinum and gold
Y'all rap now, fast money let's 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 we in the upper millions
What's the dealings it's New York's been soft

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

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

Man and I tell ya till be the best
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D M X and my bite
Jigga my nigga rhyme all night, for life
One night with rap shit, let 'em go
And I bet they 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 madman in a bad
It's like fuckin' wit a mad dog that wasn't fed

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 from the street
This was one dog loves raw meat

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

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shit uhh-uh
Ruff
My Swizz
Uhh-uh
stop biatch
Uh, yeah
Inspect the yo