Luyện nghe bài hát Mr West, Money & The Power

1]
Today Jimmy Hendrix is
I it's time 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 that Rozay in
Tell Satan that it's a
So get your hands up, nigga get your up
Now, one of us is really Mr. West?
the one of us that really needs to wear his vest
And I'm just shooting my niggas some
'Cuz he got all the bitches and I be with the
Beat sound like crazy shit that Tim would do
Now when you see me, I'm the Eminem to you
you what 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 you niggas
Hit your block in the and just circle you niggas
what I mean? Think you pheens how I'm serving you niggas
Know what I mean? Think I'm beans how I'm you niggas
And it rice and beans when I'm serving you niggas
Punk you in front of your crew, Urkel you niggas
Putting bull shit out, I hope it 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, which one of us is really Mr.

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

I it's 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 see y'all
So for the next 12 songs, I'mma R.I.P. y'all

3]
Sometimes I hear talking, asking how I'm feeling
I'm just happy to be alive, willing
Four later, two more children
Feeling 'Ye, "Mr. West is in the building"
What happened to the competition? Nigga I 'em
Can't Crystal, the nigga Hov chilled 'em
I'm on this patent rhyme I know them niggas
Them haters say I fell off? I'm 'bout to show them
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 in hundreds when I was with Meech
Went from a Cutlass with the old end
To a, um, Benz, light jumping
Now I'mma take you to where I got jumped in
West Compton, just east of the one ten

Number 2]
I just roll weed on your album
And after that I'm 'bout to 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 weed on your album
And after that I'm 'bout to 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 said
"You can thank me" Naw, Drake that
"Mind playing on me" Scarface said that
But I'm about to roll this plane
Hit the barber shop, get cut before Laker game
Niggas hate The Game, I hate the fame
They hate my bitch, they hate my
I'm so hood, I might fly to New and just take the train
On John Travolta shit, just take the train
So if you in New York at two o'clock, take the train
I make niggas dissapear, no Blaine
I split whole team up, no Jay and Dame
than Will Smith was before Jada came
Four albums, twelve cars, but the flow the same
Every nigga I dap turn blood, it's like I'm made of
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 back for ones
Had your all in my crib, stripping for fun
Getting head, thinking cars when I strip 'em for fun
Walk in my closet, throw on my J's, up my gun
Spin the block with some some that spit quicker than Pun
I two East 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 it down , bring that six tray around
Banging Nas album, yeah, you can me now
Treat beef like haircuts, gotta fade it
Ran out bars, guess I name-drop and Baby
How can niggas hate on me? I get Cash Money
Six bricks in the Martin, that's fast money

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