Luyện nghe bài hát The Profit

We gettin' money, man, 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, Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us

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

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

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

You can find me in the kitchen with my on
like a chef, yeah, I get my Raekwon 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, then you cook it, 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 hood call me 'Joey, The Profit'
If you listen close, my niggaz, you to see a profit

I'm gettin' money, I'm the Junior
And in the hood, they call me 'Weezy, The
And everybody that's around me 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, they me 'Weezy, The Future'
If close, my nigga, you might see the future

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

I knock earth off, damn, where ya globe at?
Fuck the coach, I keep shootin' like
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 slippers on bullshit
Dippin' on them bitches, get off dick, you soft
I'm from New Orleans, homeless but forget

The sun even shines on dog
And dog, been hustlin' since the day I was barkin'
I walk in bitch like what it do
The home, stop hatin', get your money on, nigga

We money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit
In the hood, call me 'Joey, The Profit'
you cop it, then you cook 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 close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit

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

Jack boy, I since I'm a toddler
My dad was sleepin', I was through his pockets
Oh yeah, you ready for war, then what's stoppin'
I hope you know them doors' not chopperproof

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

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

We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to profit
In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The
First you cop it, then you it, then you chop it
What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't 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 close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit

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

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