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,
on, big flow
Come on, yeah, on

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

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

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

I'll invite you all to get wit us if ya is glitter
When I go all the playaz 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 platinum and gold touch
Y'all rap now, fast money slow it up
try to stop Jay-Z to no luck
Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO 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 since Snoop through and crushed the buildings

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

Bed-Stuy took on the world
Shit I led a you can write a book on
Sex, murder and romance for the street
Man and I ya it'll 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
my nigga rhyme all night
Thugs for one night with this rap shit
Let 'em go and I bet they what'll happen

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

And the only thing stoppin' him is you
'Cause the only thing that 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 'cause I, my niggaz
I shed blood, for my
Let a holler where 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
Rydersm, my nigga Swizz
Uh huh, uh huh, stop biatch, uh
Uh huh, inspect the game, yo