Luyện nghe bài hát Na Na Nana Na Na

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

I off like na, na, na, na, na, na
They would of tried some bullshit but a had the blamer
They only got me 'cause they caught it on a
They wanna ball but they got no stamina

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

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

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

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

We money 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
top at the light screamin' life is good

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

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

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

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

We money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the
Twin turbs out speeding with the
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 wish he had a
We money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Drop top at the light screamin' life is

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

They all know I put on for
Tell rich Broadway I it up another level
I took 80, blew it on a
Bought the new Fiskar, flew it the ghetto

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

The wrist like hypothermia set in
Pick a club night the burner don't get in
We pop champagne until the let out
I drink and I fuck and then I a nigga rent out

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

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