Luyện nghe bài hát Mr West, Money & The Power

1]
Today Hendrix is motivation
I it's time for me to put them 808s in
Middle finger to them niggas hating
And Sak Pase to all my f-cking
me a pimp cup to pour my Rose in
I'm in the car that Ricky Rozay in
Satan 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 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 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
when I shoot, get to boxing like Hedo
Turkoglu, niggas, get to you niggas
Hit your block in the Caprice and circle you niggas
Know what I mean? Think you pheens how I'm serving you
Know what I mean? Think I'm how I'm serving you niggas
And it ain't rice and beans I'm serving you niggas
Punk you in front of your crew, Urkel you niggas
Putting shit out, I hope it works 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 your money up, you how them hoes do
Burn rubber, swear to God gon' love ya
rookie cops, can't wait to be undercovers
I'm 6'5, nigga size
You act like I f-ck one of them basketball wives
I be a basketball Game, my basketball dame
Feeling like, Hov, call back, I'm watching basketball
Damn, but I ain't 'bout dames
I ain't talking bout Hov, I'm talking bout Game
Ask Ray Allen, they boy got
Shuttlesworth, yeah the boy got range-s
In the parking lot, niggas a lot
They way they gossiping should be a barber shop
Getting cash baby, why you tryna baller block?
Mad chick, her's, man somebody gotta the shots

I guess it's me y'all, the 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 12 songs, I'mma fucking R.I.P. y'all

3]
Sometimes I anger talking, asking how I'm feeling
I'm just happy to be alive, Lord
Four albums later, two children
Feeling like 'Ye, "Mr. is in the building"
What happened to the competition? I killed 'em
drink Crystal, the nigga Hov chilled 'em
I'm on this patent rhyme like I them niggas
Them haters say I fell off? I'm 'bout to them niggas
Drake and J. them niggas
I nine mill, made nine mill, and kept it hood nigga
like Drake told a nigga
I made it in hundreds like I was Big Meech
I made it rain in hundreds when I was Meech
Went from a Cutlass the old front 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 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 roll weed on last album
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 said
"Can't knock the" Naw, Jay said
"You can thank me" Naw, Drake said
"Mind playing tricks on me" said that
But I'm about to this paper plane
Hit the barber shop, get cut this Laker game
Niggas hate The Game, sometimes I the fame
They my bitch, they hate my chain
I'm so hood, I might fly to New York and just take the
On some John Travolta shit, just take the
So if you in New at two o'clock, don't take the train
I make dissapear, no David Blaine
I split your whole up, no Jay and Dame
Fresher Will Smith was before Jada 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, like the one I to Wayne

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5]
Go Dwight Howard, now watch them run
Soon as the Game over, they back stripping for
Had bitch all in my crib, stripping for fun
Getting head, thinking cars when I strip 'em for fun
in my closet, throw on my J's, pick up my gun
Spin the with some some shit that spit quicker than Pun
I respect two East niggas, Biggie was one
If he was living, he'd say that no one is then son, uh
Young gun, bar none, the tightest where I'm
Roll much kush, got the leaves sticking to my thumb
As I it down , bring that six tray around
Banging Nas album, yeah, you can me now
Treat beef like haircuts, gotta it down
Ran out bars, guess I Slim and Baby
How can niggas hate on me? 'cuz I get Cash
Six bricks in the Aston Martin, fast money

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