Luyện nghe bài hát Mr West, Money & The Power

1]
Today Jimmy Hendrix is
I guess it's time for me to put 808s in
Middle finger to faggot niggas hating
And Sak Pase to all my Haitians
Give me a pimp cup to my Rose in
I'm in the same car that Rozay in
Tell Satan that it's a
So get your hands up, nigga get hands up
Now, one of us is really Mr. West?
Probably the one of us that really needs to his vest
And I'm just shooting my niggas some
'Cuz he got all the bitches and I be with the
Beat sound like 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 don't know me though
Magic when I shoot, get to boxing Hedo
Turkoglu, niggas, get to you niggas
Hit block in the Caprice and just circle you niggas
Know what I mean? 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 when I'm serving 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, which one of us is Mr. West?

2]
He had a Rolls, I had a too
Eat your up, you know how them hoes do
Burn rubber, swear to God gon' love ya
Like rookie cops, can't wait to be
I'm 6'5, nigga size
You act I can't f-ck one of them basketball wives
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 bout Hov, I'm talking bout Game
Ask Ray Allen, boy got game
Shuttlesworth, yeah the boy got range-s
In the parking lot, niggas 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 call the

I it's me y'all, the highest on the see saw
Get so much money, why the would I wann be y'all?
Shit, I be everywhere, but I don't ever see
So for the next 12 songs, I'mma fucking R.I.P.

3]
Sometimes I anger talking, asking how I'm feeling
I'm just happy to be alive, Lord
Four albums later, two more
Feeling like 'Ye, "Mr. is in the building"
What happened to the competition? Nigga I 'em
Can't drink Crystal, the Hov chilled 'em
I'm on this patent rhyme like I know niggas
Them haters say I fell off? I'm 'bout to them niggas
Drake and J. Cole them
I sold nine mill, made nine mill, and 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 a Cutlass with the old front end
To a, um, Benz, stop jumping
Now I'mma take you back to where I got in
West side Compton, just of the one ten

Number 2]
I just weed on your last album
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 roll weed on your last
And after that I'm 'bout to f-ck your girl for 'bout an
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 me" Naw, Drake said that
"Mind playing tricks on me" said that
But I'm about to this paper plane
Hit the barber shop, get cut before Laker game
Niggas hate The Game, sometimes I hate the
They hate my bitch, they hate my
I'm so hood, I might fly to New and just take 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 niggas dissapear, no Blaine
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 I dap turn blood, it's like I'm made of flames
Dipping this red flag, the one I gave to Wayne

Number 2]

5]
Go Dwight Howard, now watch hoes run
Soon as the over, they back stripping for ones
Had your all in my crib, stripping 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 shit that spit quicker than Pun
I two East Coast niggas, Biggie was one
If he was living, say that no one is sicker then son, uh
Young gun, bar none, the tightest where I'm
Roll some much kush, got the leaves 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 hate on me? 'cuz I get Cash Money
Six bricks in the Aston Martin, that's fast

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