Luyện nghe bài hát Mr West, Money & The Power

1]
Today Hendrix is motivation
I guess time for me to put them 808s in
Middle finger to them faggot hating
And Sak to all my f-cking Haitians
me a pimp cup to pour my Rose in
I'm in the same car that Rozay in
Tell Satan 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 just my niggas some subliminals
'Cuz he got all the bitches and I be the criminals
Beat sound like crazy shit that Tim would do
Now when you see me, I'm the brown to you
Show you I'm finna do, but you don't know it's me though
Magic when I shoot, get to boxing Hedo
Turkoglu, niggas, get to murking you
Hit your block in the Caprice and just circle you
Know what I mean? Think you how I'm serving you niggas
Know what I mean? Think I'm beans how I'm you niggas
And it ain't rice and beans when I'm you niggas
Punk you in front of your crew, Steve you niggas
Putting bull shit out, I 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!)
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
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 basketball wives
I be a basketball Game, with my dame
like, Hov, call back, I'm watching basketball dang
Damn, but I talking 'bout dames
I talking bout Hov, I'm just talking bout Game
Ask Ray Allen, they boy got
Shuttlesworth, yeah the boy got range-s
In the parking lot, talk a lot
They way they gossiping hip-hop be a barber shop
Getting cash money baby, why you tryna baller
Mad chick, her's, man gotta call the shots

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

3]
Sometimes I anger talking, asking how I'm feeling
I'm just happy to be alive, willing
Four albums later, two more
Feeling 'Ye, "Mr. West 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 like I know them niggas
Them haters say I fell off? I'm 'bout to show niggas
and J. Cole them niggas
I sold nine mill, nine mill, and kept it hood nigga
Just like Drake told a
I made it rain in hundreds like I was Big
I made it rain in hundreds I was with Meech
from a Cutlass with the old front end
To a, um, Benz, stop jumping
Now take you back to where I got jumped in
West side Compton, east of the one ten

Number 2]
I just roll on your last album
And after that I'm 'bout to f-ck your girl for an hour
Look the club, uh, all I see is cowards
Mad 'cuz I got respect, the money, and the
I roll weed on your last album
And after that I'm 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, Drake that
"Mind tricks on me" Scarface said that
But I'm about to roll paper plane
Hit the barber shop, get cut before this Laker
Niggas The Game, sometimes I hate the fame
They hate my bitch, they 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, don't take the
I make niggas dissapear, no Blaine
I split your whole up, no Jay and Dame
Fresher than Will Smith was before Jada
Four albums, cars, but the flow stay the same
nigga I dap turn blood, it's like I'm made of flames
Dipping this red flag, the one I gave to Wayne

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5]
Go Howard, now watch them hoes run
Soon as the Game over, they stripping for ones
Had your bitch all in my crib, 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 some shit that spit 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 where I'm from
Roll some kush, got the leaves sticking to my thumb
As I it down , bring 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 and Baby
How can niggas hate on me? 'cuz I get Cash
Six bricks in the Martin, that's fast money

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