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
Middle finger to them niggas hating
And Sak Pase to all my f-cking
Give me a cup to pour my Rose in
I'm in the same car that Ricky in
Tell that it's a celebration
So get hands up, nigga get your hands up
Now, which one of us is really Mr.
Probably the one of us that needs to wear his vest
And I'm shooting my niggas some subliminals
'Cuz he got all the and I be with the criminals
Beat sound like some 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 it's me though
Magic when I shoot, get to boxing Hedo
Turkoglu, niggas, get to murking you
Hit your block in the Caprice and just you niggas
Know what I mean? you pheens how I'm serving you niggas
Know what I 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 crew, Steve Urkel you niggas
bull shit out, I hope it works for you niggas
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!)
Uh (Mr. West, Mr. West!)
Now, one of us is really Mr. West?

2]
He had a Rolls, I had a too
Eat your money up, you know how hoes do
Burn rubber, swear to God gon' love ya
Like rookie cops, can't 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, my basketball dame
Feeling like, Hov, call back, I'm watching dang
Damn, but I talking 'bout dames
I ain't talking bout Hov, I'm just talking bout
Ask Ray Allen, boy got game
Jesus Shuttlesworth, the boy got range-s
In the parking lot, talk a lot
They way they gossiping hip-hop should be a shop
Getting cash 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 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 hear anger talking, asking how I'm
I'm just to be alive, Lord willing
Four later, two more children
Feeling like 'Ye, "Mr. is in the building"
What happened to the competition? Nigga I '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 them niggas
Drake and J. them niggas
I sold 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 when I was with Meech
Went a Cutlass with the old front end
To a, um, Benz, stop jumping
Now I'mma you back to where I got jumped in
side Compton, just east of the one ten

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

4]
"No one man should have.." 'Ye that
"Can't knock the" Naw, Jay that
"You can thank me" Naw, Drake said
"Mind playing tricks on me" Scarface said
But I'm about to roll paper plane
Hit the barber shop, get cut before Laker game
Niggas hate The Game, sometimes I hate the
hate my bitch, they hate my chain
I'm so hood, I might fly to New York and just the train
On some Travolta shit, just take the train
So if you in New York at two o'clock, don't the train
I niggas 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 nigga I dap turn blood, like I'm made of flames
Dipping this red flag, the one I gave to Wayne

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5]
Go Dwight Howard, now watch hoes run
Soon as the Game over, back stripping for ones
Had bitch 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 block with 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 then 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 , bring six tray around
Banging Nas album, yeah, you can me now
Treat beef 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 Aston Martin, that's money

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