Luyện nghe bài hát Mr West, Money & The Power

1]
Today Jimmy Hendrix is
I guess it's for me to put them 808s in
Middle finger to them faggot hating
And Sak Pase to all my f-cking
Give me a cup to pour my Rose in
I'm in the same car Ricky Rozay in
Tell Satan that a celebration
So get your hands up, nigga get your up
Now, which one of us is Mr. West?
Probably the one of us that really needs to wear his
And I'm just shooting my some subliminals
'Cuz he got all the bitches and I be with the
Beat sound like some crazy shit that Tim do
Now you see me, I'm the brown 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 block in the and just circle you niggas
Know what I mean? you pheens how I'm serving you niggas
Know what I mean? Think I'm how I'm serving you niggas
And it ain't and beans when I'm serving you niggas
Punk you in front of your crew, Urkel you niggas
bull shit out, I hope it works for you niggas
And when it don't, and see me, I got that work for you niggas

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

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

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

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Sometimes I hear talking, asking how I'm feeling
I'm happy to be alive, Lord willing
Four albums later, two children
Feeling like 'Ye, "Mr. is in the building"
What happened to the competition? I killed 'em
Can't drink Crystal, the nigga Hov 'em
I'm on this patent rhyme like I them niggas
Them haters say I off? I'm 'bout to show them niggas
Drake and J. Cole them
I sold nine mill, nine mill, and kept it hood nigga
Just like Drake a nigga
I made it rain in hundreds I was Big Meech
I made it rain in hundreds when I was Meech
Went a Cutlass with the old front end
To a, um, Benz, stop jumping
Now I'mma 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 your last
And after that I'm to f-ck your girl for 'bout an hour
Look the club, uh, all I see is cowards
Mad 'cuz I got respect, the money, and the
I just roll on your last album
And after I'm 'bout to f-ck your girl for 'bout an hour
Look the club and all I see is cowards
Mad I got respect, the money, and all the power

4]
"No one man should have.." 'Ye that
"Can't knock the" Naw, Jay that
"You can me" Naw, Drake said that
"Mind playing tricks on me" Scarface that
But I'm to roll this paper plane
Hit the barber shop, get cut before this Laker
Niggas The Game, sometimes I hate the fame
They 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 take the
So if you in New York at two o'clock, take the train
I make dissapear, no David Blaine
I split your team up, no Jay and Dame
than Will Smith was before Jada came
Four albums, twelve cars, but the flow stay the
Every nigga I dap turn blood, it's I'm made of flames
Dipping red flag, like the one I gave to Wayne

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

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