Luyện nghe bài hát Na Na Nana Na Na

Dipset, as we what have we here?
Take that, take that, it's 0-9
One to do get money muthafucka

I pulled off na, na, na, na, na, na
They would of some bullshit but a nigga had the blamer
only got me 'cause they caught it on a camera
They ball but they ain't got no stamina

They said damn man, you lookin' Pac
I said, nah not alive, man I'm lookin' Jones
I put money on your skull and bones
And keep it low, watch what you say up on those fuckin'

Touch down and ass hung the fuck up
Just like a bunch of
Hey, ma we work like you touch your toes
And in the of July we got that summer snow

I got 'em in August and I love a pretty bitch
But the Porsche look
Harlem is one big ski slalom, I guess the hill is like the Alps
We bring them out

We gettin' money na, na, na, na, na, na
Waitin' at the throwin' money at the cameras
Twin turbs out with the scanners
Breeze past the screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na

We gettin' like na, na, na, na, na, na
Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a
We gettin' like na, na, na, na, na, na
Drop top at the screamin' life is good

If there's money on my head I hope got a receipt
Cool your old ass off it's hot on these streets
I got dogs and not on a leash
So you you understand, do you copy, capesh?

At point I don't think they could take it
Sharks in the water they won't it to safety
And even though we been gettin' cake
And now the money taste sweet like pastry, they me

Now me how I look
Would you rather live like me or by the book?
Sheesh, we are we are
Make the wrong move put your faggot ass in the ER

Flat line if it's red apples hit me on the bat line
I'm back for mine more black flyin'
The flyest you know that got a knack for crime, na, na

We money like na, na, na, na, na, na
at the flash throwin' money at the cameras
Twin turbs out speeding with the
Breeze the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na

We gettin' like na, na, na, na, na, na
Lookin' at my ass you wish he had a camera
We money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Drop top at the light screamin' is good

And you do nigga?
I cop cars out the future, so fat like Raspusha
I think I'm gettin' used to lifestyle rich and
Chicks want to get us, the feds takin' flicks of us

all know I put on for Harlem
Tell rich Broadway I took it up another
I took 80, it on a Beezle
Bought the new Fiskar, it through the ghetto

The of opulence
The jewels drippin', we on top and poppin' shit
Who would think this kid from the projects
Get his neck so cold you would think lethargic

The wrist look hypothermia set in
Pick a club night that the don't get in
We pop champagne the club let out
I drink and I and then I piss a nigga rent out

We money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Waitin' at the flash money at the cameras
Twin turbs out speeding the scanners
Breeze past the cops na, na, na, na, na, na

We gettin' money na, na, na, na, na, na
Lookin' at my ass don't you he had a camera
We gettin' like na, na, na, na, na, na
Drop top at the screamin' life is good

You the rules nigga? Fly high or get flew over
Roll with us or get over, ain't nothin' change
Just the decimal point muthafucka, you get the
Money, money, money, don't make dollars, make sense
you nigga, suck a dick too, Jones