Luyện nghe bài hát Mr West, Money & The Power

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Today Jimmy is motivation
I guess it's time for me to put 808s in
Middle finger to them niggas hating
And Sak to all my f-cking Haitians
Give me a pimp cup to my Rose in
I'm in the same car Ricky Rozay in
Tell Satan that it's a
So get hands up, nigga get your hands up
Now, which one of us is really Mr.
Probably the one of us that really needs to wear his
And I'm just shooting my niggas subliminals
'Cuz he got all the bitches and I be the criminals
Beat sound like some crazy shit that Tim do
Now when you see me, I'm the brown to you
Show you what I'm finna do, but you don't it's me though
Magic when I shoot, get to boxing like
Turkoglu, niggas, get to murking you
Hit your in the Caprice 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 ain't rice and beans when I'm serving you
Punk you in front of your crew, Steve you niggas
bull shit out, I hope 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?

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

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

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Sometimes I hear anger talking, asking how I'm
I'm happy to be alive, Lord willing
Four albums later, two more
like 'Ye, "Mr. West is in the building"
What happened to the competition? I killed 'em
drink Crystal, the nigga Hov chilled 'em
I'm on patent rhyme like I know them niggas
Them haters say I fell off? I'm 'bout to them niggas
and J. Cole them niggas
I sold mill, made nine mill, and kept it hood nigga
Just like Drake told a
I made it in hundreds like I was Big Meech
I made it rain in hundreds when I was with
from a Cutlass with the old front end
To a, um, Benz, stop jumping
Now I'mma take you back to where I got in
West Compton, just east of the one ten

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I just roll weed on your last
And after that I'm 'bout to f-ck your girl for an hour
Look around the club, uh, all I see is
Mad 'cuz I got respect, the money, and the
I just roll on your last album
And after that I'm 'bout to f-ck your for 'bout an hour
Look around the club and all I see is
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 thank me" Naw, Drake said
"Mind tricks on me" Scarface said that
But I'm about to roll this paper
Hit the barber shop, get cut this Laker game
hate The Game, sometimes I hate the fame
They my bitch, they hate my chain
I'm so hood, I fly to New York and just take the train
On some John Travolta shit, take the train
So if you in New York at two o'clock, don't take the
I make niggas dissapear, no David
I split whole team up, no Jay and Dame
Fresher than Will Smith was before came
albums, twelve cars, but the flow stay the same
Every nigga I dap 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 Howard, now watch them hoes run
as the Game over, they back stripping for ones
Had bitch all in my crib, stripping 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 that spit quicker than Pun
I respect two Coast niggas, Biggie was one
If he was living, he'd say that no one is then son, uh
gun, bar none, the tightest where I'm from
Roll some kush, got the leaves sticking to my thumb
As I break it down , bring six tray around
Banging Nas album, yeah, you can me now
Treat beef haircuts, gotta fade it down
Ran out bars, guess I Slim and Baby
How can niggas hate on me? 'cuz I get Cash
Six in the Aston Martin, that's fast money

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