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 to them faggot niggas hating
And Sak Pase to all my f-cking
Give me a pimp cup to pour my in
I'm in the same car that Ricky in
Satan that it's a celebration
So get your hands up, nigga get hands up
Now, one of us is really Mr. West?
Probably the one of us really 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 that Tim do
Now you see me, I'm the brown Eminem to you
Show you what I'm finna do, but you don't it's me though
Magic when I shoot, get to like Hedo
Turkoglu, niggas, get to you niggas
Hit your in the Caprice and just circle you niggas
Know I mean? Think you pheens how I'm serving you niggas
Know what I mean? I'm beans how I'm serving you niggas
And it rice and beans when I'm serving you niggas
Punk you in of your 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!)
Now, one of us is really Mr. West?

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

I guess it's me y'all, the 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 next 12 songs, I'mma fucking R.I.P.

3]
Sometimes I hear talking, asking how I'm feeling
I'm happy to be alive, Lord willing
Four albums later, two children
like 'Ye, "Mr. West is in the building"
What to the competition? Nigga I killed 'em
Can't drink Crystal, the nigga Hov 'em
I'm on this rhyme like I know them niggas
Them haters say I fell off? I'm to show them niggas
Drake and J. Cole niggas
I sold nine mill, made nine mill, and it hood nigga
Just like Drake told a
I made it rain in like I was Big Meech
I made it rain in hundreds when I was with
Went from a Cutlass with the old end
To a, um, Benz, light jumping
Now I'mma you back to where I got jumped in
West side Compton, just of the one ten

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

4]
"No one man should have.." 'Ye 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 to roll this paper plane
Hit the barber shop, get cut before this game
Niggas hate The Game, sometimes I hate the
They hate my bitch, they hate my
I'm so hood, I might fly to New York and just the train
On some John Travolta shit, just the train
So if you in New York at two o'clock, take the train
I make niggas dissapear, no David
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, like I'm made of flames
Dipping this red flag, like the one I to Wayne

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5]
Go Dwight Howard, now watch them run
as the Game over, they back stripping for ones
Had bitch all in my crib, stripping for fun
Getting head, thinking cars when I strip 'em for fun
Walk in my closet, on my J's, pick up my gun
Spin the block with some some that spit quicker than 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
Roll some kush, got the leaves sticking to my thumb
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? 'cuz I get Cash
Six bricks in the Aston Martin, fast money

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