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
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 hoes money cash chicks what

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

That's life's a nigga, long as life us
We send a lot and pray to Christ forgive 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 ball is
When I go all the Harlem wall my picture
If you get enough you can read the scripture
It reads money, cash hoes how real was that 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
rap now, fast money let's slow it up
Niggaz try to stop to no luck
Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO what,

Us the villains, fuck feelings
While y'all hate we in the upper millions
the dealings, it's like New York's been soft
Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the

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

Bed-Stuy took on the world
Shit I led a life you can write a on
Sex, murder and mayhem romance for the
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
my nigga rhyme all night
Thugs for life one night with rap shit
Let 'em go and I bet they know happen

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

And the only thing stoppin' him is you
'Cause the thing that he'll be droppin' 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 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
Ruff Rydersm, my Swizz
Uh huh, uh huh, stop biatch, uh
Uh huh, yeah the game, yo