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

Turn the all the way
Turn the all the way down
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 throw bricks
Money cash hoes money chicks what

Sex, murder and romance for the street
Only wife of mines is a of crime
And since, life's a bitch in and big chests
How can I not flirt death

That's life's a nigga, as life prevent us
We gonna a lot and pray to Christ forgive us
Fuck it, ice the wrists and the price on these niggaz
Y'all cant floss on my

I'll you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter
When I go all the Harlem playaz wall my
If you get enough you can read the scripture
It money, cash hoes how real 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 platinum and touch
Y'all rap now, fast money slow it up
Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no
Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO what,

Us the villains, your feelings
y'all playa hate we in the upper millions
What's the dealings, like New York's been soft
Ever since Snoop through and crushed the buildings

I'm tryin' to the feelings fuck the law keep dealing
More money, more cash, more
I know they gone the hook on this song
Like I give a fuck, I'm just a crook on song

Bed-Stuy Brooknon on the world
I led a life you can write a book on
Sex, murder and mayhem for the street
Man and I tell ya it'll be the 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 rhyme all
for life one night with this rap shit
Let 'em go and I bet they know what'll

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

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 from the
This was one dog that raw meat

But gettin' back to just I, love my niggaz
I blood, for my niggaz
Let a holler 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 nigga
Uh huh, uh huh, stop biatch, uh
Uh huh, yeah the game, yo