Luyện nghe bài hát Mr West, Money & The Power

1]
Today Jimmy Hendrix is
I guess it's time for me to put them in
Middle finger to them faggot niggas
And Sak to all my f-cking Haitians
Give me a pimp cup to pour my in
I'm in the same car that Rozay in
Tell Satan that it's a
So get your hands up, get your hands up
Now, which one of us is really Mr.
Probably the one of us that needs to wear his vest
And I'm shooting my niggas some subliminals
'Cuz he got all the bitches and I be with the
Beat sound like some crazy shit Tim would do
Now when you see me, I'm the Eminem to you
Show you what I'm finna do, but you know it's me though
Magic when I shoot, get to like Hedo
Turkoglu, niggas, get to murking you
Hit your in the Caprice and just circle you niggas
what I mean? Think you pheens how I'm serving you niggas
Know what I mean? Think I'm beans how I'm you niggas
And it rice and beans when I'm serving you niggas
Punk you in front of crew, Steve Urkel you niggas
Putting bull shit out, I it works for you niggas
And when it don't, come and see me, I got that for you niggas

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uh (Mr. West, Mr. West!)
Uh (Mr. West, Mr. West!)
Uh (Mr. West, Mr. West!)
Now, which one of us is really Mr.

2]
He had a Rolls, I had a too
Eat your money up, you know how hoes do
Burn rubber, swear to God gon' love ya
rookie cops, can't wait to be undercovers
I'm 6'5, nigga basketball
You act like I can't f-ck one of them basketball
I be a basketball Game, with my dame
Feeling like, Hov, call back, I'm watching basketball
Damn, but I ain't 'bout dames
I ain't talking bout Hov, I'm just talking bout
Ask Ray Allen, they boy got
Jesus Shuttlesworth, the boy got range-s
In the parking lot, niggas a lot
They way they gossiping hip-hop be a barber shop
Getting cash money baby, why you baller block?
Mad chick, her's, man somebody call the shots

I it's me y'all, the highest on the see saw
Get so much money, why the f-ck would I be y'all?
Shit, I be everywhere, but I don't ever see
So for the next 12 songs, I'mma R.I.P. y'all

3]
Sometimes I anger talking, asking how I'm feeling
I'm happy to be alive, Lord willing
Four albums later, two more
Feeling 'Ye, "Mr. West is in the building"
What to the competition? Nigga I killed 'em
drink Crystal, the nigga Hov chilled 'em
I'm on this patent rhyme like I know them
Them say I fell off? I'm 'bout to show them niggas
Drake and J. Cole them
I sold nine mill, made nine mill, and it hood nigga
Just like told a nigga
I made it in hundreds like I was Big Meech
I made it rain in when I was with Meech
Went from a Cutlass with the old end
To a, um, Benz, stop jumping
Now take you back to where I got jumped in
West Compton, just east of the one ten

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I just roll weed on last album
And after that I'm 'bout to your girl for 'bout an hour
around the club, uh, all I see is cowards
Mad I got respect, the money, and the power
I roll weed on your last album
And after that I'm 'bout to f-ck your girl for an hour
Look around the club and all I see is
Mad 'cuz I got respect, the money, and all the

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"No one man have.." 'Ye said that
"Can't the" Naw, Jay said that
"You can thank me" Naw, said that
"Mind tricks on me" Scarface said that
But I'm about to roll this paper
Hit the barber shop, get cut before this Laker
Niggas hate The Game, sometimes I hate the
hate my bitch, they hate my chain
I'm so hood, I might fly to New York and take the train
On some John Travolta shit, just the train
So if you in New York at two o'clock, take the train
I niggas dissapear, no David Blaine
I split whole team up, no Jay and Dame
Fresher than Smith was before Jada came
Four albums, twelve cars, but the flow the same
Every I dap turn blood, it's like I'm made of flames
Dipping this red flag, like the one I to Wayne

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5]
Go Howard, now watch them hoes run
Soon as the Game over, they back for ones
Had bitch all in my crib, stripping for fun
Getting head, thinking 'bout cars I strip 'em for fun
Walk in my closet, throw on my J's, up my gun
Spin the block with some some shit that spit quicker Pun
I respect two Coast niggas, Biggie was one
If he was living, say that no one is sicker then son, uh
Young gun, bar none, the tightest I'm from
some much kush, got the leaves sticking to my thumb
As I break it down , that six tray around
Nas album, yeah, you can hate me now
Treat beef haircuts, gotta fade it down
Ran out bars, guess I name-drop and Baby
How can niggas hate on me? I get Cash Money
Six in the Aston Martin, that's fast money

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