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 cook it, then you it
What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, can't stop us

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

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

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

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 hood could come with me, nigga

We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn
In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The
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 they call me 'Joey, The Profit'
If you listen close, my niggaz, you to see a profit

I'm gettin' money, I'm the President
And in the hood, they me 'Weezy, The Future'
And everybody 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 listen close, my nigga, you see the future

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 then anybody
Bitch, I'm paid, about it

I'm sittin' in the Coupe wit the outted, the nipples chrome
Or that big thing wit the slippers on that bullshit
Dippin' on bitches, get off dick, you soft pricks
I'm from New Orleans, homeless but forget

The sun shines on dog shit
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 gettin' money, man, I'll you how to turn profit
In the hood, call me 'Joey, The Profit'
First you cop it, then you it, then you chop it
the fuck, boy? 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 close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit

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

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

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

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

We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn
In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The
First you cop it, you cook it, then you chop it
the fuck, boy? Bitch 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 call me 'Joey, The Profit'
If you listen close, my niggaz, you 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, it's Coca, baby, coke
Young Weezy, Terror era
Gotta be Novocaine on this shit ones
Yeah, nigga,