Luyện nghe bài hát Mr West, Money & The Power

1]
Today Jimmy Hendrix is
I it's time for me to put them 808s in
Middle finger to faggot niggas hating
And Sak Pase to all my f-cking
Give me a pimp cup to pour my in
I'm in the same car Ricky Rozay in
Satan that it's a celebration
So get your hands up, nigga get hands up
Now, which one of us is really Mr.
the one of us that 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 like some crazy shit that Tim would do
Now when you see me, I'm the Eminem to you
Show you what I'm finna do, but you don't know me though
Magic when I shoot, get to boxing Hedo
Turkoglu, niggas, get to murking you
Hit block in the Caprice and just circle you niggas
Know I mean? Think you pheens how I'm serving you niggas
what 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 of your crew, Steve Urkel you niggas
Putting bull shit out, I hope it for you niggas
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 money up, you know how them hoes do
Burn rubber, swear to God they love ya
Like rookie cops, can't wait to be
I'm 6'5, basketball 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 watching basketball
Damn, but I ain't talking dames
I ain't talking Hov, I'm just talking bout Game
Ask Ray Allen, they boy got
Jesus Shuttlesworth, yeah the boy got
In the lot, niggas talk a lot
They way they gossiping hip-hop should be a barber
Getting cash money baby, why you tryna baller
Mad chick, her's, man somebody gotta call the

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 next 12 songs, fucking R.I.P. y'all

3]
Sometimes I hear talking, asking how I'm feeling
I'm just happy to be alive, Lord
Four later, two more children
Feeling like 'Ye, "Mr. is in the building"
happened to the competition? Nigga I killed 'em
Can't drink Crystal, the Hov chilled 'em
I'm on this patent like I know them niggas
Them haters say I fell I'm 'bout to show them niggas
and J. Cole them niggas
I sold nine mill, nine mill, and kept it hood nigga
Just like Drake told a
I made it rain in hundreds I was Big Meech
I made it in hundreds when I was with Meech
Went from a with the old front end
To a, um, Benz, light jumping
Now take you back to where I got jumped in
side Compton, just east of the one ten

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I just weed on your last album
And after that I'm 'bout to f-ck your girl for 'bout an
around the club, uh, all I see is cowards
Mad I got respect, the money, and the power
I just weed on your last album
And after I'm 'bout to f-ck your girl for 'bout 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 knock the" Naw, Jay that
"You can me" Naw, Drake said that
"Mind playing on me" Scarface said that
But I'm to roll this paper plane
Hit the barber shop, get cut this Laker game
Niggas The Game, sometimes I hate the fame
They hate my bitch, 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 at two o'clock, don't take the train
I make dissapear, no David Blaine
I split your team up, no Jay and Dame
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 made of
this red flag, like 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 your all in my crib, stripping for fun
Getting head, thinking 'bout when I strip 'em for fun
in my closet, throw on my J's, pick up my gun
Spin the block with some some shit that spit quicker Pun
I two East Coast niggas, Biggie was one
If he was living, he'd say that no one is sicker son, uh
gun, bar none, the tightest where I'm from
Roll some much kush, got the leaves to my thumb
As I break it , bring that 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? 'cuz I get Money
Six bricks in the Martin, that's fast money

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