Luyện nghe bài hát The Profit

We gettin' money, man, I'll you how to turn profit
In the hood, they me 'Joey, The Profit'
First you cop it, then you cook it, then you it
What the fuck, boy? ass niggaz, they can't stop us

We a profit, p-p-profit, the profit
We profit, p-p-profit, profit
Yeah, in the hood they me 'Joey, The Profit'
If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a

I'm New York's legend, the streets know me well
Stand in the of fire, it's gonna to be hell
dancin' wit the Devil, tonight's your last night
Picture me, Lil' E, pistol fahrenheit

L.A. County, got work in
We get it poppin' to Roxbury in Boston
The streets love me, see named me Coca
We the Rican version of La Costra Nostra

You can find me in the with my apron on
Somethin' a chef, yeah, I get my Raekwon on
Joey, the mayor, I get to the city
And I got 'em cheap, the whole could come with me, nigga

We money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit
In the hood, call me 'Joey, The Profit'
First you cop it, then you it, then you chop it
What the fuck, boy? ass niggaz, they can't stop us

We a profit, p-p-profit, the profit
We makin' profit, p-p-profit,
Yeah, in the they call me 'Joey, The Profit'
If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a

I'm money, I'm the President Junior
And in the hood, they me 'Weezy, The Future'
And that's around me will shoot ya
And nigga, my band let 'em blow like twofers,

Clap, I got 'em, I 'em, I got 'em
Cook, I got 'em, I 'em, I got 'em
And in the hood, call me 'Weezy, The Future'
If listen close, my nigga, you might see the

Young Wayne in the buildin', where stove at?
Cook 'em up, strap 'em down, where the at?
I'm strapped up, bullets, nigga, hold that
Now you steppin' out in led shower, your robe at?

I knock your off, damn, where ya globe at?
Fuck the coach, I shootin' like Kobe
The money knows me better anybody
Bitch, I'm paid, about it

I'm sittin' in the Coupe wit the titties outted, the chrome
Or that big black thing wit the on that bullshit
Dippin' on them bitches, get off dick, you soft
I'm New Orleans, homeless but don't forget

The sun shines on dog shit
And dog, I've hustlin' since the day I was barkin'
I walk in this bitch what it do
The money home, hatin', get your money on, nigga

We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to profit
In the hood, they me 'Joey, The Profit'
First you cop it, then you cook it, then you it
What the fuck, boy? ass niggaz, they can't stop us

We a profit, p-p-profit, the profit
We profit, p-p-profit, profit
Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The
If you close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit

This All Star Weekend was off the chain
Literally niggaz comin' off wit them
Put the devi to his chest, going die tonight
his jaw dropped like Napoleon Dynamite

Jack boy, I been since I'm a
My dad was sleepin', I was runnin' through his
Oh yeah, you ready for war, then stoppin' you?
I you know them Bentley doors' not chopperproof

And they go bratatat just like them dancin'
Come up short wit my dough, I'm 'bout to a Manson
Take your kids for ransom, yeah, payback
Next I front you some birds, you better pay crack

Shit, I don't know nothin'
He might be the police comin' up assumptions
All I know is this nigga here is to meet God
If you don't bring me some or bring me 50 large

We gettin' money, man, show you how to turn profit
In the hood, they me 'Joey, The Profit'
you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it
What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they stop us

We a profit, p-p-profit, the profit
We makin' profit, p-p-profit,
Yeah, in the they call me 'Joey, The Profit'
If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a

Profit, p-p-profit, the
Profit, p-p-profit, the
Profit, p-p-profit, the
Profit, p-p-profit, the

Yeah, it's Coca, baby, coke
Young Money Weezy, era
Gotta be Novocaine on this shit ones
Yeah, nigga,