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

Turn the all the way
Turn the lights all the way
What, uh, huh,
on, big flow
Come on, yeah, on

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

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

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

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 enough you can read the scripture
It reads money, cash hoes how real was 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 and gold touch
Y'all rap now, money let's slow it up
Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no
Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO what,

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

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

Bed-Stuy Brooknon 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 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 bite
Jigga my nigga rhyme all
Thugs for life one night with rap shit
Let 'em go and I bet they know what'll

When we clap shit, actin' we owe 'em something
Then we show 'em something, talk greasy I think 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 thing that's stoppin' him is you
the only thing that he'll be droppin' is you
Topic include, in two
Drop it to Clue and the from the street
was one dog that loves raw meat

But gettin' back to just 'cause I, my niggaz
I shed blood, for my
Let a nigga holler where my
All hear 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
Ruff Rydersm, my Swizz
Uh huh, uh huh, don't biatch, uh
Uh huh, yeah the game, yo