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,
Come on, big
on, yeah, come on

Yo, yo J A Y, I flow
all, y'all haters blow 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 mines is a of crime
And since, life's a bitch in mini-skirts and big
How can I not flirt with

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

I'll invite you all to get wit us if ya is glitter
I go all the Harlem playaz wall my picture
If you get close enough you can read the
It reads money, cash 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 and gold touch
rap now, fast money let's slow it up
Niggaz try to Jay-Z to no luck
Roc-A-Fella CEO what, what

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

I'm tryin' to restore the fuck the law keep dealing
More money, more cash, more
I know they criticize the hook on this song
Like I give a fuck, I'm just a 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 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 rhyme all night
Thugs for life one night this rap shit
Let 'em go and I bet know what'll happen

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

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

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