Luyện nghe bài hát Mr West, Money & The Power

1]
Today Jimmy is motivation
I it's time for me to put them 808s in
Middle finger to them niggas hating
And Sak Pase to all my Haitians
Give me a pimp cup to my Rose in
I'm in the same car Ricky Rozay in
Satan that it's a celebration
So get your hands up, nigga get your up
Now, which one of us is Mr. West?
Probably the one of us really needs to wear his vest
And I'm just shooting my some subliminals
he got all the bitches and I be with 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 know it's me
Magic when I shoot, get to like Hedo
Turkoglu, niggas, get to you niggas
Hit your in the Caprice and just circle you niggas
Know what I mean? you pheens how I'm serving you niggas
Know I mean? Think I'm beans how I'm serving you niggas
And it ain't and beans when I'm serving you niggas
Punk you in of your crew, Steve Urkel you niggas
Putting bull shit out, I it works for you niggas
And it don't, come 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
Burn rubber, swear to God gon' love ya
Like rookie cops, wait to be undercovers
I'm 6'5, basketball size
You act like I can't f-ck one of them basketball
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 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
They way they gossiping should be a barber shop
Getting cash money baby, why you tryna baller
Mad chick, her's, man somebody 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 don't ever see
So for the next 12 songs, I'mma R.I.P. y'all

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

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I just roll weed on last album
And after I'm 'bout to f-ck your girl for 'bout an hour
Look around the club, uh, all I see is
Mad 'cuz I got respect, the money, and the
I just roll weed on last album
And after that I'm 'bout to f-ck your girl for 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 have.." 'Ye said that
"Can't knock the" Naw, Jay that
"You can thank me" Naw, Drake said
"Mind playing tricks on me" 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 fly to New York and just take the train
On some Travolta 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 split whole team up, no Jay and Dame
Fresher than Will Smith was Jada came
Four albums, cars, but the flow stay the same
Every nigga I dap turn blood, it's I'm made of flames
this red flag, like 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 bitch all in my crib, stripping for fun
Getting head, thinking 'bout when I strip 'em for fun
Walk in my closet, on my J's, pick up my gun
Spin the block with some shit that spit quicker than Pun
I respect two Coast niggas, Biggie was one
If he was living, he'd say no one is sicker then son, uh
gun, bar none, the tightest where I'm from
Roll some much kush, got the leaves to my thumb
As I break it down , that six tray around
Banging Nas album, yeah, you can me now
Treat beef haircuts, gotta fade it down
Ran out bars, I name-drop Slim and Baby
How can niggas hate on me? I get Cash Money
Six bricks in the Aston Martin, fast money

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