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 niggas hating
And Sak to all my f-cking Haitians
Give me a pimp cup to my Rose in
I'm in the same car that Rozay 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 really needs to wear his vest
And I'm just shooting my niggas some
'Cuz he got all the and I be with the criminals
Beat sound like some crazy shit 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 me though
when I shoot, get to boxing like Hedo
Turkoglu, niggas, get to murking you
Hit your block in the Caprice and just circle you
Know I mean? Think you pheens how I'm serving you niggas
Know I mean? Think I'm beans how I'm serving you niggas
And it rice and beans when I'm serving you niggas
Punk you in front of your crew, Steve Urkel you
Putting bull shit out, I hope it works for you
And it don't, come and see me, I got that 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 your money up, you know how them do
Burn rubber, to God they 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, with my dame
Feeling like, Hov, call back, I'm basketball dang
Damn, but I ain't '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
cash money baby, why you tryna baller block?
Mad chick, her's, man somebody call 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 ever see y'all
So for the next 12 songs, fucking R.I.P. y'all

3]
Sometimes I hear talking, asking how I'm feeling
I'm just to be alive, Lord willing
Four albums later, two children
like 'Ye, "Mr. West is in the building"
What happened to the competition? Nigga I 'em
drink Crystal, the nigga Hov chilled 'em
I'm on this patent rhyme like I know them
Them say I fell 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 rain in like I was Big Meech
I made it rain in hundreds when I was with
Went from a Cutlass with the old end
To a, um, Benz, light jumping
Now I'mma take you back to I got jumped in
side Compton, just east of the one ten

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I just roll weed on your last
And that I'm 'bout to f-ck your girl for 'bout an hour
Look around the club, uh, all I see is
Mad I got respect, the money, and the power
I just roll weed on last album
And after that I'm 'bout to f-ck your girl for an hour
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 the" Naw, Jay said that
"You can thank me" Naw, Drake said
"Mind playing tricks on me" Scarface that
But I'm about to roll paper plane
Hit the barber shop, get cut before this game
Niggas hate The Game, sometimes I hate the
They hate my bitch, hate my chain
I'm so hood, I fly to New York and just take the train
On some Travolta shit, just take the train
So if you in New York at two o'clock, don't take the
I make niggas dissapear, no David
I your whole team up, no Jay and Dame
Fresher Will Smith was before Jada came
Four albums, twelve cars, but the flow the same
Every nigga I dap turn blood, it's like I'm of flames
Dipping red flag, like the one I gave to Wayne

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5]
Go Dwight Howard, now watch them run
Soon as the Game over, back stripping for ones
Had your bitch all in my crib, for fun
Getting head, thinking 'bout when I strip 'em for fun
Walk in my closet, throw on my J's, up my gun
Spin the block with some some shit spit quicker than Pun
I respect two East Coast niggas, was one
If he was living, he'd say no one is sicker then son, uh
gun, bar none, the tightest where I'm from
Roll some much kush, got the sticking to my thumb
As I break it down , that six tray around
Nas album, yeah, you can hate me now
Treat beef like haircuts, 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 Aston Martin, fast money

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