Luyện nghe bài hát Mr West, Money & The Power

1]
Today Hendrix is motivation
I guess it's time for me to put 808s in
Middle finger to them faggot niggas
And Sak Pase to all my Haitians
me a pimp cup to pour my Rose in
I'm in the same car Ricky Rozay in
Tell that it's a celebration
So get your hands up, get your hands up
Now, which one of us is 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 and I be with the criminals
sound like some crazy shit that Tim would do
Now when you see me, I'm the brown to you
Show you what I'm finna do, but you know it's me though
Magic when I shoot, get to boxing like
Turkoglu, niggas, get to you niggas
Hit block in the Caprice and just circle you niggas
Know what I mean? Think you pheens how I'm serving you
Know what I mean? Think I'm beans how I'm serving you
And it rice and beans when I'm serving you niggas
you in front of your crew, Steve Urkel you niggas
Putting bull shit out, I hope it works for you
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, which one of us is Mr. West?

2]
He had a Rolls, I had a too
Eat your money up, you know how them do
Burn rubber, swear to God they love ya
Like rookie cops, can't to be undercovers
I'm 6'5, nigga basketball
You act like I can't 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 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
way they gossiping hip-hop should be a barber shop
Getting cash money baby, why you baller block?
Mad chick, her's, man gotta call 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 ever 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
like 'Ye, "Mr. West is in the building"
What happened to the competition? Nigga I 'em
Can't drink Crystal, the nigga Hov 'em
I'm on this patent rhyme like I know niggas
Them haters say I fell off? I'm 'bout to show niggas
Drake and J. Cole niggas
I sold nine mill, nine mill, and kept it hood nigga
Just like Drake a nigga
I made it rain in hundreds I was Big Meech
I made it rain in when I was with Meech
from a Cutlass with the old front end
To a, um, Benz, stop jumping
Now I'mma 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 that I'm 'bout to f-ck 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 last album
And after that I'm 'bout to your girl for 'bout an hour
Look around the club and all I see is
Mad I got respect, the money, and all the power

4]
"No one man should have.." 'Ye said
"Can't the" Naw, Jay said that
"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 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 take the
On John Travolta shit, just take the train
So if you in New at two o'clock, don't take the train
I niggas dissapear, no David Blaine
I split your whole up, no Jay and Dame
Fresher Will Smith was before Jada came
Four albums, twelve cars, but the flow the same
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 hoes run
Soon as the over, they back 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 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 tightest I'm from
Roll some much kush, got the 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 it down
Ran out bars, guess I name-drop and Baby
How can niggas hate on me? 'cuz I get Money
Six bricks in the Martin, that's fast money

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