Luyện nghe bài hát The Profit

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

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

I'm New York's livin' legend, the know me well
Stand in the line of fire, gonna to be hell
You're dancin' wit the Devil, tonight's your night
Picture me, Lil' Eazy E, fahrenheit

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

You can find me in the kitchen with my on
Somethin' like a chef, yeah, I get my on
Joey, the mayor, I get ki's to the
And I got 'em cheap, the whole hood could come me, nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm in the Coupe wit the titties outted, the nipples chrome
Or that big black thing wit the slippers on bullshit
Dippin' on bitches, get off dick, you soft pricks
I'm from New Orleans, 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 like what it do
The money home, hatin', get your money on, nigga

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

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

This year All Weekend was off the chain
Literally comin' off wit them chains
Put the devi to his chest, homey going die
Then his jaw dropped like Napoleon

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

And they go bratatat just them bullets dancin'
Come up wit my dough, I'm 'bout to pull a Manson
Take your kids for ransom, yeah, it's
time I front you some birds, you better pay crack

What? Shit, I don't nothin'
He be the police comin' up with assumptions
All I is this nigga here is about to meet God
If you don't bring me ki's or bring me 50 large

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

We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the
We profit, p-p-profit, 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, season
Young Weezy, Terror era
Gotta be Novocaine on this motherfucker's ones
Yeah, nigga,