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
Fuck all, y'all haters dick
I spits the for those that throw bricks
Money cash hoes money cash chicks

Sex, murder and romance for the street
Only wife of mines is a of crime
And since, a bitch in mini-skirts and big chests
How can I not with death

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

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

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

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

Brooknon took on the world
Shit I led a life you can write a 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
for life one night with this rap shit
Let 'em go and I bet they what'll happen

When we clap shit, like we owe 'em something
Then we show 'em something, talk greasy I think 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 thing that's him is you
'Cause the only thing that be droppin' is you
include, choppin' in two
Drop it to and the response from the street
This was one dog loves raw meat

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