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
Fuck all, y'all haters blow
I spits the game for those that bricks
Money cash hoes money cash chicks

Sex, and mayhem romance for the street
Only wife of mines is a life of
And since, a bitch in mini-skirts and big chests
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 and raise the price on these niggaz
cant 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 enough you can read the scripture
It reads money, 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 let's slow it up
try to stop Jay-Z to no luck
Roc-A-Fella CEO what, what

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

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

Brooknon took on the world
Shit I led a life you can a book on
Sex, murder and romance 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 bite
my nigga rhyme all night
Thugs for life one night with rap shit
Let 'em go and I bet know what'll happen

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

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

But gettin' back to just I, love my niggaz
I shed blood, for my
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
Rydersm, my nigga Swizz
Uh huh, uh huh, stop biatch, uh
Uh huh, yeah the game, yo