Luyện nghe bài hát Money, Cash, Hoes

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

Yo, yo, J A Y, I sick
Fuck all y'all haters dick
I spits the game for that throw 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 death

That's life's a nigga, long as life us
We gonna send a lot and pray to forgive us, fuck it
Ice the wrists and raise the price on 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 money hoes, how real was that nigga what?

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

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

Ever since came through and crushed the buildings
I'm tryin' to restore the feelings the law keep dealing
money, more cash, more 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 be the best seller
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D M X and my bite
my nigga 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

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

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

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

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Roc-A-Fella shit
Ryders
My Swizz
uhh-uh
Dont biatch
Uh, uh-huh
the game yo