Luyện nghe bài hát Tadow

My choppa go
It'll you inside out
Her ass like
My money like
Bling, (Money)
Bling, (Money)
Ratchet, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat,
My choppa go
Her ass Tadow
My money like
My car like
Bitch, bling
Bitch, Tadow, money
Ratchet, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat,

Yeah, on my mind, molly in my cup
Mix with that wine, in my blunt
If your zodiac fine, I don't give a fuck
If you rep them signs, go and put em' up
Fuck I don't buck back
See I buck first, move the fuck
I bag that, I'll pump that, I'll real estate, I'll Trump
Y'all be where chumps at
be where them punks at
I'll be where them Choppas, Uzi's, AK's, and at
Name a or city, I ripped it in
A car or model, I it in
A or shape, I been wit her
If not wit her, a bitch
G's on deck, I really live this
Back Lefrak, rack, rack city bitch

Last "Money"
First "I Love This"
So "Love Money" is my mothafuckin' government
me uh uh
Shoot you there
you right there
Leave the scene, tall nigga with hair
Her ass like
Give me that enchilada
Pop that pussy for my
Sex is a weapon, ch ch pa pa
And I'm ridin' around I'm it
You know my steelo
I'm big like sellin'
And you small, small peehole
And the on my backseat
reach no plan B
I'm the type of wear a pistol to the Grammy's
me uh uh
Shoot you there
Leave you right
Leave the scene, tall nigga with long

If you talkin' dollas
I ain't to holler
Push on this rap shit
Fuckin' them guallas
with them eses
Fillin' up chargers
Gas ain't in gas tanks
shits filled with powder
Caskets for you
Bang out, let it out
Call my choppa Man
The way it bring that out
Rah! You that
no way to swerve that
flip, you on yo ass
That push that curb back
Yughck, fuckin' round the wrong one
Yughck, out like I'm on one
Dark skin wit a long gun
Right there, that's
Elm Street, this hell week
I'm candy man with that chyeah