Luyện nghe bài hát Mr West, Money & The Power

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Today Jimmy is motivation
I guess time for me to put them 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 Satan that a celebration
So get your hands up, nigga get 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 shooting my niggas subliminals
'Cuz he got all the bitches and I be with the
Beat sound like some 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 know it's me
Magic when I shoot, get to like Hedo
Turkoglu, niggas, get to murking you
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 beans how I'm serving you
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 hope it works for you
And when it don't, and see me, I got that work for you niggas

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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 your money up, you know how them do
Burn rubber, swear to God gon' love ya
Like cops, can't wait to be undercovers
I'm 6'5, nigga size
You act like I can't f-ck one of them wives
I be a basketball Game, my basketball dame
Feeling like, Hov, call back, I'm watching dang
Damn, but I talking 'bout dames
I ain't talking Hov, I'm just talking bout Game
Ask Ray Allen, they boy got
Jesus Shuttlesworth, the boy got range-s
In the parking lot, niggas 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 guess me y'all, the highest on the see saw
Get so much money, why the f-ck would I 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 anger talking, asking how I'm feeling
I'm happy to be alive, Lord willing
albums 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 patent like I know them niggas
haters say I fell off? I'm 'bout to show them niggas
Drake and J. Cole niggas
I sold nine mill, made nine mill, and it hood nigga
Just like Drake a nigga
I made it in hundreds like I was Big Meech
I made it rain in hundreds when I was with
Went a Cutlass with the old front end
To a, um, Benz, light jumping
Now I'mma you back to where I got jumped in
West side Compton, just of the one ten

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I just roll weed on your last
And after that I'm 'bout to f-ck your for 'bout an hour
Look around the club, uh, all I see is
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 for 'bout an hour
around the club and all I see is cowards
Mad 'cuz I got respect, the money, and all the

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"No one man have.." 'Ye said that
"Can't the" Naw, Jay said that
"You can thank me" Naw, Drake said
"Mind tricks on me" Scarface said that
But I'm to roll this paper plane
Hit the shop, get cut before this Laker game
Niggas The Game, sometimes I hate the fame
They hate my bitch, they my chain
I'm so hood, I might fly to New York and just the train
On some John Travolta shit, just the train
So if you in New at two o'clock, don't take the train
I make dissapear, no David Blaine
I split whole team up, no Jay and Dame
Fresher than Will Smith was before came
Four albums, twelve cars, but the stay the same
Every I dap turn blood, it's like I'm made of flames
Dipping red flag, like the one I gave to Wayne

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Go Dwight Howard, now watch hoes run
Soon as the Game over, they back for ones
Had your all in my crib, stripping for fun
Getting head, thinking 'bout cars when I 'em for fun
Walk in my closet, on my J's, pick up my gun
the block with some some shit that spit quicker than Pun
I two East Coast niggas, Biggie was one
If he was living, he'd say no one is sicker then son, uh
Young gun, bar none, the tightest I'm from
Roll some much kush, got the leaves to my thumb
As I break it down , bring six tray around
Banging Nas album, yeah, you can me now
Treat beef like haircuts, fade it down
Ran out bars, guess I Slim and Baby
How can hate on me? 'cuz I get Cash Money
Six in the Aston Martin, that's fast money

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