Luyện nghe bài hát Mr West, Money & The Power

1]
Today Jimmy is motivation
I it's time for me to put them 808s in
Middle finger to them faggot niggas
And Sak Pase to all my f-cking
Give me a pimp cup to my Rose in
I'm in the same car Ricky Rozay in
Tell Satan it's a celebration
So get your hands up, nigga get hands up
Now, which one of us is really Mr.
Probably the one of us that really to wear his vest
And I'm just my niggas some subliminals
he got all the bitches and I be with the criminals
Beat sound like 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 it's me though
Magic when I shoot, get to boxing Hedo
Turkoglu, niggas, get to you niggas
Hit your block in the Caprice and just you niggas
Know what I Think you pheens 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 beans I'm serving you niggas
Punk you in front of your crew, Steve Urkel you
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, one of us is really Mr. West?

2]
He had a Rolls, I had a too
Eat your money up, you how them hoes do
Burn rubber, to God they gon' love ya
Like rookie cops, can't to be undercovers
I'm 6'5, nigga size
You act like I can't f-ck one of basketball wives
I be a Game, with my basketball dame
Feeling like, Hov, call back, I'm watching basketball
Damn, but I ain't 'bout dames
I ain't talking Hov, I'm just talking bout 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 should be a barber
cash money baby, why you tryna baller block?
Mad chick, her's, man somebody gotta the shots

I guess 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 12 songs, I'mma fucking R.I.P. y'all

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

Number 2]
I just weed on your 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 for 'bout an hour
Look around the and all I see is cowards
Mad I got respect, the money, and all the power

4]
"No one man have.." 'Ye said that
"Can't the" Naw, Jay said that
"You can thank me" Naw, said that
"Mind playing tricks on me" said that
But I'm about to this paper plane
Hit the barber shop, get cut this Laker game
Niggas hate The Game, sometimes I the fame
They hate my bitch, hate my chain
I'm so hood, I might fly to New York and just the train
On some John shit, just take the train
So if you in New York at two o'clock, take the train
I make niggas dissapear, no David
I split whole team up, no Jay and Dame
Fresher than Smith was before Jada came
albums, twelve cars, but the flow stay the same
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 your bitch all in my crib, 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 respect two East Coast niggas, was one
If he was living, he'd say that no one is sicker son, uh
Young gun, bar none, the where I'm from
Roll some much kush, got the sticking to my thumb
As I break it down , bring six tray around
Nas album, yeah, you can hate me now
Treat beef like haircuts, gotta it down
Ran out bars, guess I Slim and Baby
How can niggas hate on me? 'cuz I get Money
Six bricks in the Aston Martin, that's money

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