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 blow dick
I spits the game for those throw bricks
Money cash money cash chicks what

Sex, murder and mayhem for the street
Only of mines 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 prevent us
We gonna send a lot and pray to Christ us
Fuck it, ice the wrists and the price on these niggaz
Y'all cant floss on my

invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter
When I go all the Harlem wall my picture
If you get close enough you can read the
It reads money, cash hoes how real was 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 let's it up
Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no
foreva CEO what, what

Us the villains, fuck your
While y'all playa hate we in the upper
What's the dealings, it's like New York's soft
Ever Snoop came through and crushed the buildings

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

Bed-Stuy Brooknon took on the
I led a life you can write a book on
Sex, murder and mayhem romance for the
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 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
Then we show 'em something, talk greasy I think they 'em
Down the road or something, fuckin' a madman in a bad mood
It's like wit' a mad dog that wasn't fed food

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

But gettin' to just 'cause I, love my niggaz
I shed blood, for my
Let a holler where my niggaz
All I'ma hear is right here my

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, don't biatch, uh
Uh huh, yeah the game, yo