Luyện nghe bài hát Mr West, Money & The Power

1]
Today Jimmy Hendrix is
I guess it's time for me to put 808s in
Middle finger to faggot niggas hating
And Sak Pase to all my f-cking
Give me a pimp cup to my Rose in
I'm in the car that Ricky Rozay in
Tell Satan that a celebration
So get hands up, nigga get your hands up
Now, one of us is really Mr. West?
Probably the one of us really needs to wear his vest
And I'm just shooting my niggas some
'Cuz he got all the bitches and I be with the
sound like some crazy shit that Tim would do
Now you see me, I'm the brown Eminem 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 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
Punk you in of your crew, Steve Urkel you niggas
Putting shit out, I hope it works for you niggas
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 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 they gon' ya
Like rookie cops, wait to be undercovers
I'm 6'5, nigga basketball
You act I can't f-ck one of them basketball wives
I be a basketball Game, with my basketball
like, Hov, call back, I'm watching basketball dang
Damn, but I ain't talking dames
I talking bout Hov, I'm just talking bout Game
Ask Ray Allen, they boy got
Jesus Shuttlesworth, 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 the shots

I it's 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 talking, asking how I'm feeling
I'm happy to be alive, Lord willing
Four later, two more children
Feeling like 'Ye, "Mr. is in the building"
happened to the competition? Nigga I killed 'em
Can't Crystal, the nigga Hov chilled 'em
I'm on this rhyme like I know them niggas
Them haters say I fell off? I'm 'bout to show them
Drake and J. them niggas
I sold nine mill, made nine mill, and kept it hood
Just Drake told a nigga
I made it rain in hundreds I was Big Meech
I made it rain in hundreds I was with Meech
Went from a with the old front end
To a, um, Benz, light jumping
Now I'mma you back to where I got jumped in
West Compton, just east of the one ten

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I just roll weed on your album
And after that I'm 'bout to f-ck your for 'bout an hour
around the club, uh, all I see is cowards
Mad 'cuz I got respect, the money, and the
I roll weed on your last album
And after that I'm 'bout to f-ck your girl for 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 said
"Mind playing tricks on me" said that
But I'm about to roll this paper
Hit the barber shop, get cut before Laker game
Niggas The Game, sometimes I hate the fame
hate my bitch, they hate my chain
I'm so hood, I might fly to New and just take the train
On some John Travolta shit, just the train
So if you in New York at two o'clock, don't the train
I make dissapear, no David Blaine
I split your whole team up, no Jay and
Fresher than Will was before Jada came
Four albums, twelve cars, but the flow stay the
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 them run
Soon as the Game over, back stripping for ones
Had bitch all in my crib, stripping for fun
head, thinking 'bout cars when I strip 'em for fun
Walk in my closet, on my J's, pick up my gun
Spin the block with some some that spit quicker than Pun
I respect two East Coast niggas, was one
If he was living, he'd say that no one is then son, uh
Young gun, bar none, the where I'm from
some much kush, got the leaves 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 fade it
Ran out bars, guess I Slim and Baby
How can niggas hate on me? 'cuz I get Money
Six in the Aston Martin, that's fast money

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