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,
Come on, big
on, yeah, come on

Yo, yo J A Y, I sick
all, y'all haters blow dick
I spits the game for those throw bricks
Money cash hoes money chicks what

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

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

I'll 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 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
foreva CEO what, what

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

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

Brooknon took on the world
Shit I led a life you can write a on
Sex, murder and mayhem for the street
Man and I tell ya it'll be the best

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
Thugs for one night with this rap shit
Let 'em go and I bet they know happen

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

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

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