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,
on, big flow
Come on, yeah, on

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

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

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

invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter
When I go all the Harlem wall my picture
If you get close you can read the scripture
It reads money, cash hoes how 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, money let's slow it up
Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no
foreva CEO what, what

Us the villains, fuck your
While playa hate we in the upper millions
What's the dealings, it's like New York's been
since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings

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

Bed-Stuy Brooknon took on the
Shit I led a life you can 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
Jigga my rhyme all night
Thugs for one night with this rap shit
Let 'em go and I bet they know what'll

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

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

But back to just 'cause I, love my niggaz
I blood, for my niggaz
Let a nigga holler where my
All I'ma 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, stop biatch, uh
Uh huh, inspect the game, yo