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
on, yeah, come on

Yo, yo J A Y, I sick
Fuck all, y'all haters blow
I spits the game for that throw bricks
Money cash hoes money cash chicks

Sex, and mayhem romance for the street
Only wife of mines is a life of
And since, life's a bitch in mini-skirts and big
How can I not flirt with

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

I'll invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is
I go all the Harlem playaz wall my picture
If you get close 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,
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Money, cash, hoes hoes,
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Flavors robust platinum and touch
Y'all rap now, fast money slow it up
Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no
Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO what,

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

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

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

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

And the only thing that's him is you
'Cause the thing that he'll be droppin' is you
include, choppin' in two
Drop it to Clue and the response from the
This was one dog loves raw meat

But gettin' to just 'cause I, love my niggaz
I shed blood, for my
Let a nigga holler where my
All I'ma hear is right here my

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, don't biatch, uh
Uh huh, yeah the game, yo