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 faggot hating
And Sak Pase to all my f-cking
Give me a pimp cup to my Rose in
I'm in the same car that Rozay in
Tell that it's a celebration
So get your hands up, get your hands up
Now, which one of us is really Mr.
Probably the one of us that really needs to wear his
And I'm shooting my niggas some subliminals
'Cuz he got all the bitches and I be with the
Beat sound like some crazy that 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
Magic I shoot, get to boxing like Hedo
Turkoglu, niggas, get to you niggas
Hit your block in the and just circle you niggas
what I mean? Think you pheens how I'm serving you niggas
Know what I mean? Think I'm beans how I'm you niggas
And it ain't and beans when I'm serving you niggas
Punk you in front of your crew, Steve Urkel you
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 up, you know how them hoes do
Burn rubber, swear to God they gon' ya
Like rookie cops, can't wait to be
I'm 6'5, basketball size
You act I can't f-ck one of them basketball wives
I be a basketball Game, with my basketball
like, Hov, call back, I'm watching basketball dang
Damn, but I ain't 'bout dames
I talking bout Hov, I'm just talking bout Game
Ask Ray Allen, boy got game
Shuttlesworth, yeah the boy got range-s
In the parking lot, talk a lot
They way they gossiping hip-hop should be a shop
Getting cash money baby, why you baller block?
Mad chick, her's, man gotta call the shots

I guess it's me y'all, the on the see saw
Get so much money, why the f-ck would I wann be
Shit, I be everywhere, but I ever see y'all
So for the next 12 songs, I'mma fucking R.I.P.

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

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I just roll weed on your last
And after that I'm to f-ck your girl for 'bout an hour
Look 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 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 have.." 'Ye said that
"Can't the" Naw, Jay said that
"You can me" Naw, Drake said that
"Mind tricks on me" Scarface said that
But I'm about to roll paper plane
Hit the barber shop, get cut before this game
Niggas hate The Game, I hate the fame
They hate my bitch, they my chain
I'm so hood, I might fly to New York and just take the
On some John shit, just take the train
So if you in New York at two o'clock, don't the train
I make niggas dissapear, no Blaine
I split your whole team up, no Jay and
Fresher than Will Smith was before 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
as the Game over, they back stripping for ones
Had your bitch all in my crib, 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 block with some some shit 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 where I'm from
Roll some kush, got the leaves sticking to my thumb
As I break it down , bring that six around
Banging Nas album, yeah, you can me now
Treat beef like haircuts, gotta it down
Ran out bars, guess I name-drop Slim and
How can hate on me? 'cuz I get Cash Money
Six bricks in the Aston Martin, that's fast

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