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

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

That's life's a nigga, long as life us
We gonna send a lot and pray to Christ us, fuck it
Ice the wrists and the price on these niggaz
Y'all 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 cash hoes, how real was that nigga what?

Money hoes, money cash hoes
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Flavors robust platinum and touch
Y'all rap now, fast let's slow it up
Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no
foreva CEO, what? What?

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

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

I know they criticize the hook on this song
Like I give a fuck I'm just a crook on song
Brooknon took on the world
Shit, I led a life you can write a on
Sex murder and mayhem for the street

Man and I tell ya till be the seller
Money cash hoes, money hoes
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Money cash hoes, money hoes
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Money cash hoes, money hoes
Money cash hoes, hoes,

D M X and my bite
Jigga my nigga all night, thugs 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 'em down the road or something
wit a madman in a bad mood
It's like fuckin' wit a mad dog wasn't fed food

And the only thing that's him is you
'Cause the only thing that be droppin' is you
include, choppin' 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 my niggaz
I shed blood for my
Let a nigga where my niggaz
All I'ma hear is here my nigga

Money cash hoes, money hoes
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Money cash hoes, money cash
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Roc-A-Fella shit
Ruff
My Swizz
Uhh-uh
Dont biatch
Uh, yeah
Inspect the yo