Luyện nghe bài hát The Profit

We gettin' money, man, show you how to turn profit
In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The
First you cop it, then you cook it, you chop it
What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, 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 bound to see a

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

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

You can me in the kitchen with my apron 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 with me,

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

We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the
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

I'm gettin' money, I'm the Junior
And in the hood, they me 'Weezy, The Future'
And everybody around me will shoot ya
And nigga, my band let 'em like twofers, yeah

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

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

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

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 money home, stop hatin', get your 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? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't 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 close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit

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

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

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

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

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 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 profit, p-p-profit, profit
Yeah, in the hood 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 Weezy, Terror era
Gotta be Novocaine on this shit ones
Yeah, nigga,