Luyện nghe bài hát The Profit

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? Bitch ass niggaz, they 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 bound to see a

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

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

You can find me in the kitchen my apron 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 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, they 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

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

Young in the buildin', where your 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, where robe at?

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

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

The sun even shines on dog
And dog, I've been hustlin' 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, they call me 'Joey, The
you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it
What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they stop us

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

This year All Weekend was off the chain
Literally niggaz comin' off wit chains
Put the devi to his chest, homey 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 bullets dancin'
Come up short wit my dough, I'm 'bout to a Manson
Take your kids for ransom, yeah, payback
time I front you some birds, you better pay crack

What? Shit, I don't nothin'
He might be the police comin' up with
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'
First you cop it, you cook it, then you chop it
What the fuck, 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 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, Coca, baby, coke season
Young Weezy, Terror era
Gotta be Novocaine on this motherfucker's shit
Yeah, nigga,