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 finger to them faggot niggas
And Sak to all my f-cking Haitians
Give me a cup to pour my Rose in
I'm in the same car Ricky Rozay in
Tell Satan it's a celebration
So get hands up, nigga get your hands up
Now, one of us is really Mr. West?
Probably the one of us that really to wear his vest
And I'm just my niggas some subliminals
'Cuz he got all the and I be with the criminals
Beat like some crazy 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 me though
Magic I shoot, get to boxing like Hedo
Turkoglu, niggas, get to murking you
Hit your block in the Caprice and circle you niggas
Know what I mean? Think you pheens how I'm you niggas
Know I mean? Think I'm beans how I'm serving you niggas
And it ain't rice and beans when I'm serving you
Punk you in front of crew, Steve Urkel you niggas
Putting bull shit out, I 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, 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, to God they gon' love ya
Like rookie cops, can't wait to be
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 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 just bout Game
Ask Ray Allen, they boy got
Jesus Shuttlesworth, the boy got range-s
In the parking lot, talk a lot
They way they hip-hop should be a barber shop
Getting money baby, why you tryna 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 money, why the f-ck would I wann be y'all?
Shit, I be everywhere, but I don't see y'all
So for the 12 songs, I'mma fucking R.I.P. y'all

3]
Sometimes I anger talking, asking how I'm feeling
I'm just happy to be alive, willing
albums later, two more children
Feeling like 'Ye, "Mr. is in the building"
happened to the competition? Nigga I killed 'em
Can't drink Crystal, the Hov chilled 'em
I'm on patent rhyme like I know them niggas
Them haters say I fell off? I'm to show them niggas
Drake and J. them niggas
I sold nine mill, made nine mill, and it hood nigga
Just Drake told a nigga
I made it rain in like I was Big Meech
I made it rain in hundreds when I was Meech
from a Cutlass with the old front end
To a, um, Benz, stop light
Now I'mma take you back to where I got in
West side Compton, east of the one ten

Number 2]
I just roll weed on your album
And after I'm 'bout to f-ck 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 last album
And after that I'm 'bout to f-ck your girl for 'bout an
Look around the 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 said
"You can me" Naw, Drake said that
"Mind tricks on me" Scarface said that
But I'm to roll this paper plane
Hit the barber shop, get cut before this Laker
Niggas hate The Game, sometimes I 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 John shit, just take the train
So if you in New York at two o'clock, don't take the
I make niggas dissapear, no 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, it's like I'm made of
Dipping this red flag, like the one I gave to

Number 2]

5]
Go Dwight Howard, now watch hoes run
Soon as the Game over, they back 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 quicker Pun
I respect two Coast niggas, Biggie was one
If he was living, he'd say that no one is sicker son, uh
gun, bar none, the tightest where I'm from
Roll some much kush, got the leaves sticking to my
As I break it down , bring that six tray
Nas album, yeah, you can hate me now
Treat beef like haircuts, gotta fade it
Ran out bars, guess I name-drop Slim and
How can niggas hate on me? I get Cash Money
Six in the Aston Martin, that's fast money

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