Luyện nghe bài hát Mr West, Money & The Power

1]
Today Hendrix is motivation
I guess it's for me to put them 808s in
finger to them faggot niggas hating
And Sak Pase to all my Haitians
Give me a cup to pour my Rose in
I'm in the same car Ricky Rozay in
Tell that it's a celebration
So get hands up, nigga get your hands up
Now, which one of us is Mr. West?
Probably the one of us that needs to wear his vest
And I'm just shooting my niggas some
he got all the bitches and I be with the criminals
Beat sound like some crazy shit that Tim do
Now you see me, I'm the brown Eminem to you
Show you I'm finna do, but you don't know it's me though
Magic when I shoot, get to boxing like
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
what 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 front of your crew, Urkel you niggas
Putting bull 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 really Mr.

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
Like rookie cops, can't to be undercovers
I'm 6'5, basketball size
You act like I f-ck one of them basketball wives
I be a Game, with my basketball dame
Feeling like, Hov, call back, I'm watching basketball
Damn, but I ain't talking 'bout
I ain't talking bout Hov, I'm just talking Game
Ask Ray Allen, boy got game
Shuttlesworth, yeah the boy got range-s
In the parking lot, talk a lot
They way gossiping hip-hop should be a barber shop
Getting money baby, why you tryna baller block?
Mad chick, her's, man somebody gotta call the

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 fucking R.I.P.

3]
Sometimes I hear anger talking, 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"
What happened to the competition? I killed 'em
Can't Crystal, the nigga Hov chilled 'em
I'm on patent rhyme like I know them niggas
Them haters say I off? I'm 'bout to show them niggas
Drake and J. Cole niggas
I nine mill, made nine mill, and kept it hood nigga
Just Drake told a nigga
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
side Compton, just east of the one ten

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I roll weed on your last album
And after that I'm to f-ck your girl for 'bout an hour
around the club, uh, all I see is cowards
Mad 'cuz I got respect, the money, and the
I just weed on your last album
And after that I'm 'bout to f-ck your girl for 'bout an
around 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 said
"You can thank me" Naw, said that
"Mind playing tricks on me" Scarface said
But I'm about to roll this plane
Hit the barber shop, get cut before Laker game
Niggas hate The Game, sometimes I the fame
They 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, take the train
I niggas dissapear, no David Blaine
I split your whole up, no Jay and Dame
Fresher than Smith 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, the one I gave to Wayne

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5]
Go Dwight Howard, now watch them run
as the Game over, they back stripping for ones
Had your bitch all in my crib, for fun
Getting head, 'bout cars when I strip 'em for fun
Walk in my closet, throw on my J's, up my gun
Spin the with some some shit that spit quicker than Pun
I respect two East Coast niggas, was one
If he was living, he'd say that no one is sicker 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 like haircuts, gotta fade it down
Ran out bars, guess I name-drop Slim and
How can niggas hate on me? I get Cash Money
Six bricks in the Aston Martin, that's money

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