Luyện nghe bài hát More Money, More Cash, More Hoes (remix)

Turn the all the way
Turn the lights all the way
What, uh, huh,
on, big flow
Come on, yeah, on

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

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

life's a nigga, long 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
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 you can read the scripture
It reads money, cash hoes how was that nigga what

Money, cash, hoes, money, cash,
(What)
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash,
(Uhh)

Money, cash, hoes, money, cash,
(Come on)
Money, cash, hoes hoes,
(What, what, what)

Money, cash, hoes, money, cash,
(What)
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash,
(Uhh)

Money, cash, hoes, money, cash,
(Come on)
Money, cash, hoes, hoes
(What, what, what)

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

Us the villains, fuck feelings
While playa hate we in the upper millions
What's the dealings, it's like New York's soft
Ever since Snoop through and crushed the buildings

I'm tryin' to restore the feelings 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 a crook on this song

Bed-Stuy Brooknon on the world
Shit I led a life you can a book on
Sex, murder and mayhem for the street
Man and I tell ya be the best seller

Money, cash, hoes, money, cash,
(What)
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash,
(Uhh)

Money, cash, hoes, money, cash,
(Come on)
Money, cash, hoes hoes,
(What, what, what)

Money, cash, hoes, money, cash,
(What)
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash,
(Uhh)

Money, cash, hoes, money, cash,
(Come on)
Money, cash, hoes, hoes
(What, what, what)

DMX and my dogs
Jigga my nigga all night
Thugs for one night with this rap shit
Let 'em go and I bet they know happen

we clap shit, actin' like we owe 'em something
Then we show 'em something, greasy I think they found 'em
Down the road or something, fuckin' a madman in a bad mood
It's like fuckin' wit' a mad dog that wasn't fed

And the thing that's stoppin' him is you
'Cause the thing that he'll be droppin' is you
include, choppin' in two
Drop it to Clue and the response the street
was one dog that loves raw meat

But gettin' back to just I, love my niggaz
I blood, for my niggaz
Let a nigga where my niggaz
All I'ma hear is here my nigga

Money, cash, hoes, money, cash,
(What)
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash,
(Uhh)

Money, cash, hoes, money, cash,
(Come on)
Money, cash, hoes hoes,
(What, what, what)

Money, cash, hoes, money, cash,
(What)
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash,
(Uhh)

Money, cash, hoes, money, cash,
(Come on)
Money, cash, hoes, hoes
(What, what, what)

Roc-A-Fella, shit, uh huh
Ruff Rydersm, my Swizz
Uh huh, uh huh, don't biatch, uh
Uh huh, inspect the game, yo