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,
Come on, big
Come on, yeah, on

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

Sex, murder and romance for the street
Only wife of mines is a of crime
And since, life's a bitch in 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 to Christ forgive us
Fuck it, ice the wrists and the price on these niggaz
Y'all floss 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 close enough you can 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)

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

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

I'm tryin' to restore the feelings the law keep dealing
money, more cash, more chilling
I know they gone criticize the on this song
I give a fuck, I'm just a crook on this 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 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 bite
my nigga rhyme all night
Thugs for one night with this rap shit
Let 'em go and I bet they know happen

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

And the thing 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
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 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 nigga
Uh huh, uh huh, stop biatch, uh
Uh huh, yeah the game, yo