Luyện nghe bài hát Mr West, Money & The Power

1]
Today Jimmy is motivation
I guess it's time for me to put 808s in
Middle to them faggot niggas hating
And Sak to all my f-cking Haitians
Give me a pimp cup to pour my in
I'm in the same car that Ricky in
Tell that it's a celebration
So get your hands up, get your hands up
Now, one of us is really Mr. West?
the one of us that really needs to wear his vest
And I'm shooting my niggas some subliminals
he got all the bitches and I be with the criminals
Beat sound like some 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 don't know it's me
Magic when I shoot, get to like Hedo
Turkoglu, niggas, get to you niggas
Hit your block in the and just circle you niggas
Know I mean? Think you pheens how I'm serving you niggas
Know what I mean? Think I'm how I'm serving you niggas
And it ain't rice and beans when I'm you niggas
Punk you in front of your crew, Urkel you niggas
Putting shit out, I hope it works for you niggas
And when it don't, come and see me, I got that work for you

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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 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 basketball
You act like I can't f-ck one of basketball wives
I be a Game, with my basketball dame
Feeling like, Hov, call back, I'm watching dang
Damn, but I ain't talking 'bout
I ain't talking bout Hov, I'm talking bout Game
Ask Ray Allen, they boy got
Jesus Shuttlesworth, yeah the boy got
In the lot, niggas talk a lot
way they gossiping hip-hop should be a barber shop
Getting cash baby, why you tryna 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 don't see y'all
So for the next 12 songs, I'mma fucking R.I.P.

3]
Sometimes I hear anger talking, asking how I'm
I'm just to be alive, Lord willing
Four albums later, two children
Feeling like 'Ye, "Mr. is in the building"
What happened to the Nigga I killed 'em
Can't drink Crystal, the nigga Hov 'em
I'm on this patent rhyme like I them niggas
Them haters say I fell off? I'm 'bout to show them
Drake and J. Cole niggas
I sold 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 it rain in hundreds when I was with Meech
Went from a with the old front end
To a, um, Benz, stop light
Now I'mma take you back to I got jumped in
West side Compton, east of the one ten

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I just roll on your last 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 last
And after that I'm 'bout to f-ck your 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, said that
"Mind playing tricks on me" Scarface that
But I'm about to roll paper plane
Hit the shop, get cut before this Laker game
Niggas hate The Game, I hate the fame
They hate my bitch, they my chain
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 York at two o'clock, don't take the
I niggas dissapear, no David Blaine
I split your team up, no Jay and Dame
Fresher than Will was before Jada came
Four albums, twelve cars, but the flow stay the
nigga I dap turn blood, it's like I'm made of flames
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 stripping for ones
Had your bitch all in my crib, for fun
Getting head, thinking 'bout when I strip 'em for fun
Walk in my closet, throw on my J's, up my gun
Spin the block with some some shit spit quicker than Pun
I respect two East niggas, Biggie 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 kush, got the leaves sticking 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, guess I Slim and Baby
How can niggas hate on me? 'cuz I get Money
Six bricks in the Aston Martin, that's fast

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