Luyện nghe bài hát Shine

What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Money
So it there

Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Royce
That's seven cars, everyday I got a choice

On my way to up Joyce, she be makin' me moist
me head while she hummin', she can play with her voice
And she got thighs, a big plump ass
She could ride a too, make me cum fast

I like them modelin' bitches, I love them bitches
Where them hoes at, I'm 'bout to follow them bitches
(Let's go)
I know you your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well your legs up and let a nigga poke

I'm a show you it is not to be a window shopper
Mama you can Fendi, mama you can have Prada
All you do is break a nigga off proper
You could be with your man, I tryna stop ya

my head down to my shoes
Skirtin' on twenty two's check my baby
Whip Rovers, not Hondas I'ma it 'til it's gone
Don't know I'm comin' home
Pop X and Cris' my life is the shit

And the be fire Wayne, ice and change
You can catch me in an range, squattin' things
With them twenty-two inch chopper
Diamond face, diamond

More colors than the Simon says go, 'hind me
And mami on forty-fifth she me "I'm a lez"
And she like too much of dick
But give the bombest head, and so I it anyway

But bitch I got family, don't need your anyway
OK, let's talk this ice that I'm carryin'
All these karats like I'm a fuckin'
play, I bury them, y'all already knowin'

I threw up my arm and bitches thought it snowin
See I'm a keep it goin, Big Tymin, you me?
Dog I got cake like everyday my birthday wait, think they heard me
I say dog I got cake like everyday my

From my head down to my
Skirtin' on twenty-two's check my baby
Whip Rovers, not Hondas spend it 'til it's gone
Don't know I'm comin' home
Pop X and drank Cris' my life is the

I'ma Hot Boy, that's brand and top of the line
Ride fly daily, all year 'round I
a nigga and they mama gonna stop me dog
Come through on dub-dueces, jock me dog

Glock for haters tryna block me dog
Catch 'em so low, they geezy, shock me dog
get the fuck, slide on out the way
And let B.G. ease down the linen

Let the diamonds and the jewelry shit up
Each of jewelry I own, I ice it up
You wanna put your vehicle next to us
all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up

With television, Dreamcast,
sounds, buttons, it's twenties
I'm a Cash Money Hot Big nigga
That'll hold a pinky up and blind ya nigga

From my head to my shoes
Skirtin' on twenty two's check my mamma
Whip Rovers, not Hondas I'ma spend it it's gone
Don't when I'm comin' home
Pop X and drank Cris' my is the shit

I'm a stunt 'til I die, so you better it
Cause whoever try testin' is be restin
I'm a young millionaire, Hot Boy, Turk
blingin' everyday, plus I got work
(Bling)

Nigga like me stay in the cut four/seven
Steady stackin' my ends on dubs, four/seven
car you wish you had, we got it, we got it
Bentleys, Hummers and Jags, big bodies, big

Love to floss, no stun'ner's
Niggas steady baller block, can't nothin' from us
nigga, livin a life surrounded by ice
Hoes be like, "Damn, boys, they're nothin' nice"

They on fire, that be them Hot Boys
You motherfuckin' right, you this not girl?
Better twice, get it right dog
you recognize, we got it on lock for all

From my down to my shoes
Skirtin' on twenty two's check my mamma
Whip Rovers, not Hondas I'ma it 'til it's gone
Don't know when I'm home
Pop X and drank Cris' my life is the

From my head to my shoes
Skirtin' on twenty check my baby mamma
Whip Rovers, not Hondas spend it 'til it's gone
Don't know when I'm comin'
Pop X and Cris' my life is the shit

Uhh, uhh, uhh huh uh
(Oh shit)
2001, my is the shit, know why?
(Lemme see that)
I'm representing, spit it
(Bling)

As long as they make shit I'ma break that shit
Ya heard me? It's like that; believe
This year; fuck it I said it befo' and I it
I'm me a city, New Mannie, Louisiana ya biatch you, ohh