Luyện nghe bài hát Mr West, Money & The Power

1]
Today Jimmy is motivation
I guess it's for me to put them 808s in
finger 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 car that Ricky Rozay in
Tell that it's a celebration
So get hands up, nigga get your hands up
Now, which one of us is really Mr.
Probably the one of us that really to wear his vest
And I'm shooting my niggas some subliminals
he got all the bitches and I be with the criminals
Beat sound some crazy shit that Tim would do
Now when you see me, I'm the Eminem to you
Show you what I'm finna do, but you don't know it's me
Magic when I shoot, get to boxing Hedo
Turkoglu, niggas, get to murking you
Hit block in the Caprice and just circle you niggas
Know what I mean? Think you how I'm serving you niggas
what I mean? Think I'm beans how I'm serving you niggas
And it ain't rice and when I'm serving you niggas
you in front 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 work for you niggas

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uh (Mr. West, Mr. West!)
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 they love ya
Like rookie cops, can't wait to be
I'm 6'5, nigga size
You act like I can't one of them basketball wives
I be a Game, with my basketball dame
Feeling like, Hov, back, I'm watching basketball dang
Damn, but I ain't talking dames
I talking bout Hov, I'm just talking bout Game
Ask Ray Allen, they boy got
Jesus Shuttlesworth, yeah the boy got
In the parking lot, niggas a lot
They way they gossiping hip-hop be a barber shop
cash money baby, why you tryna baller block?
Mad chick, her's, man somebody gotta call the

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

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

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I just weed on your last album
And after that I'm 'bout to your girl for 'bout an hour
Look around the club, uh, all I see is
Mad 'cuz I got respect, the money, and the
I just roll on your last album
And that I'm 'bout to f-ck your girl for 'bout an hour
around 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 the" Naw, Jay said that
"You can me" Naw, Drake said that
"Mind playing tricks on me" said that
But I'm about to roll paper plane
Hit the barber shop, get cut this Laker game
Niggas hate The Game, sometimes I the fame
They hate my bitch, they my chain
I'm so hood, I might fly to New York and just the train
On some Travolta shit, just take the train
So if you in New York at two o'clock, don't the train
I niggas dissapear, no David Blaine
I split your team up, no Jay and Dame
Fresher than Will Smith was before came
Four albums, cars, but the flow stay the same
Every nigga I dap turn blood, it's like I'm of flames
Dipping this red flag, like the one I gave to

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5]
Go Dwight Howard, now watch hoes run
Soon as the over, they back stripping for ones
Had your all in my crib, stripping for fun
Getting head, 'bout cars when I strip 'em for fun
in my closet, throw on my J's, pick up my gun
Spin the block with some shit that spit quicker than Pun
I respect two Coast niggas, Biggie was one
If he was living, he'd say that no one is 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 , bring that six tray
Nas album, yeah, you can hate me now
Treat beef like haircuts, gotta 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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