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 sick
Fuck all, haters blow dick
I spits the game for those that bricks
Money cash hoes money cash what

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 flirt with

life's a nigga, long as life prevent us
We gonna send a lot and pray to forgive us
Fuck it, ice the wrists and raise the price on these
cant floss on my level

I'll you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter
When I go all the playaz wall my picture
If you get enough you can read the scripture
It reads money, cash hoes how 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)

robust platinum and gold touch
Y'all rap now, money let's slow it up
Niggaz try to stop to no luck
foreva CEO what, what

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

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

Bed-Stuy Brooknon took on the
Shit I led a life you can a book on
Sex, and mayhem 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 with this rap
Let 'em go and I bet they know what'll

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, fuckin' wit' a madman in a bad
like fuckin' wit' a mad dog that wasn't fed food

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

But gettin' back to just 'cause I, love my
I shed blood, for my
Let a nigga holler where my
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
Ruff Rydersm, my Swizz
Uh huh, uh huh, stop biatch, uh
Uh huh, yeah the game, yo