Luyện nghe bài hát Mr West, Money & The Power

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Today Hendrix is motivation
I guess time for me to put them 808s in
Middle to them faggot niggas hating
And Sak Pase to all my f-cking
me a pimp cup to pour my Rose in
I'm in the same car Ricky Rozay in
Satan that it's a celebration
So get your up, nigga get your hands up
Now, which one of us is Mr. West?
Probably the one of us that really to wear his vest
And I'm just my niggas some subliminals
he got all the bitches and I be with the criminals
Beat sound 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 know it's me though
Magic I shoot, get to boxing like Hedo
Turkoglu, niggas, get to you niggas
Hit your in the Caprice and just circle you niggas
Know I mean? Think you pheens how I'm serving you niggas
Know what I mean? I'm beans 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, Steve Urkel you
bull 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, one of us is really Mr. West?

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He had a Rolls, I had a too
Eat money up, you know 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 them basketball
I be a basketball Game, with my basketball
Feeling like, Hov, back, I'm watching basketball dang
Damn, but I ain't talking dames
I ain't talking Hov, I'm just talking bout Game
Ask Ray Allen, boy got game
Jesus Shuttlesworth, the boy got range-s
In the parking lot, niggas a lot
They way they gossiping should be a barber shop
Getting cash money baby, why you tryna block?
Mad chick, her's, man somebody gotta 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 see y'all
So for the 12 songs, I'mma fucking R.I.P. y'all

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Sometimes I hear anger talking, how I'm feeling
I'm happy to be alive, Lord willing
Four albums later, two more
like 'Ye, "Mr. West is in the building"
What to the competition? Nigga I killed 'em
Can't Crystal, the nigga Hov chilled 'em
I'm on this patent rhyme I know them niggas
Them haters say I fell off? I'm 'bout to show niggas
Drake and J. Cole them
I sold mill, made nine mill, and kept it hood nigga
Just like told a nigga
I made it rain in hundreds like I was Big
I made it rain in hundreds I was with Meech
Went from a Cutlass the old front end
To a, um, Benz, stop light
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 last
And after I'm 'bout 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 to f-ck your girl for 'bout an hour
around the club and all I see is cowards
Mad I got respect, the money, and all the power

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"No one man should have.." 'Ye said
"Can't the" Naw, Jay said that
"You can thank me" Naw, Drake that
"Mind playing on me" Scarface said that
But I'm about to this paper plane
Hit the barber shop, get cut before this game
Niggas hate The Game, I hate the fame
They hate my bitch, they hate my
I'm so hood, I might fly to New York and 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 niggas dissapear, no David
I split your whole team up, no Jay and
Fresher than Smith was before Jada came
Four albums, cars, but the flow stay the same
Every nigga I dap turn blood, it's like I'm of flames
Dipping this red flag, like the one I gave to

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Go Dwight Howard, now watch hoes run
as the Game over, they back stripping for ones
Had your all in my crib, stripping for fun
Getting head, thinking 'bout cars I strip 'em for fun
Walk in my closet, on my J's, pick 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 tightest I'm from
some much kush, got the leaves sticking to my thumb
As I break it down , that six tray around
Nas album, yeah, you can hate me now
Treat like haircuts, gotta fade it down
Ran out bars, guess I name-drop and Baby
How can niggas hate on me? I get Cash Money
Six bricks in the Martin, that's fast money

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