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

Turn the all the way
the lights 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 for those that throw bricks
Money cash hoes money chicks what

Sex, and mayhem romance for the street
Only wife of mines is a life of
And since, life's a in mini-skirts and big chests
How can I not flirt with

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

invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter
When I go all the Harlem playaz my picture
If you get close enough you can the scripture
It reads money, cash hoes how real was that 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 Jay-Z to no luck
foreva CEO what, what

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

I'm tryin' to the feelings 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 a crook on this 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 they know happen

When we clap shit, actin' like we owe 'em
Then we show 'em something, greasy I think they found 'em
the road or something, fuckin' wit' a madman in a bad mood
It's like fuckin' wit' a mad dog that fed food

And the thing that's stoppin' him is you
'Cause the only thing he'll be droppin' is you
Topic include, in two
it to Clue and the response from the street
This was one dog that 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 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
Rydersm, my nigga Swizz
Uh huh, uh huh, stop biatch, uh
Uh huh, yeah the game, yo