Luyện nghe bài hát Mr West, Money & The Power

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Today Jimmy Hendrix is
I guess it's for me to put them 808s in
Middle finger to them faggot niggas
And Sak Pase to all my Haitians
Give me a pimp cup to my Rose in
I'm in the same car that Ricky in
Tell Satan that 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 needs to wear his vest
And I'm just shooting my niggas subliminals
'Cuz he got all the bitches and I be the criminals
Beat sound like some crazy that Tim would do
Now you see me, I'm the brown Eminem to you
Show you I'm finna do, but you don't know it's me though
Magic when I shoot, get to like Hedo
Turkoglu, niggas, get to you niggas
Hit block in the Caprice and just circle you niggas
Know 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 ain't and beans when I'm serving you niggas
Punk you in front of 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 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.

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He had a Rolls, I had a too
Eat your money up, you how them hoes do
rubber, swear to God they gon' love ya
Like rookie cops, wait to be undercovers
I'm 6'5, nigga size
You act like I can't f-ck one of them wives
I be a basketball Game, with my dame
Feeling like, Hov, call back, I'm watching basketball
Damn, but I talking 'bout dames
I ain't talking bout Hov, I'm just bout Game
Ask Ray Allen, boy got game
Shuttlesworth, yeah the boy got range-s
In the lot, niggas talk a lot
They way gossiping hip-hop should be a barber shop
Getting cash money baby, why you 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 would I wann be y'all?
Shit, I be everywhere, but I ever see y'all
So for the next 12 songs, fucking R.I.P. y'all

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Sometimes I hear anger talking, how I'm feeling
I'm just to be alive, Lord willing
Four later, two more children
Feeling like 'Ye, "Mr. is in the building"
What happened to the competition? I killed 'em
drink Crystal, the nigga Hov chilled 'em
I'm on this patent rhyme I know them niggas
Them haters say I fell off? I'm to show them niggas
Drake and J. them niggas
I nine mill, made nine mill, and kept it hood nigga
Just Drake told a nigga
I it rain in hundreds like I was Big Meech
I made it rain in when I was with Meech
Went from a Cutlass with the old 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

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I roll weed on your last album
And after that I'm 'bout to f-ck your girl for 'bout an
Look around the club, uh, all I see is
Mad I got respect, the money, and the power
I just roll weed on your last
And after that I'm 'bout to your girl for 'bout an hour
Look around the and all I see is cowards
Mad I got respect, the money, and all the power

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"No one man should have.." 'Ye that
"Can't knock the" Naw, Jay that
"You can me" Naw, Drake said that
"Mind playing on me" Scarface said that
But I'm about to roll this paper
Hit the shop, get cut before this Laker game
Niggas The Game, sometimes I hate the fame
They my bitch, they 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 dissapear, no David Blaine
I your whole team up, no Jay and Dame
Fresher than Will was before Jada came
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, like the one I to Wayne

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5]
Go Dwight Howard, now watch them run
Soon as the Game over, back stripping for ones
Had your bitch all in my crib, for fun
Getting head, thinking 'bout cars when I '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 East niggas, Biggie was one
If he was living, he'd say no one is sicker then 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
Nas album, yeah, you can hate me now
Treat beef like haircuts, fade it down
Ran out bars, guess I Slim and Baby
How can niggas on me? 'cuz I get Cash Money
Six in the Aston Martin, that's fast money

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