Luyện nghe bài hát The Profit

We gettin' money, man, 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 profit, p-p-profit, profit
Yeah, in the hood they me 'Joey, The Profit'
If you close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit

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

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

You can find me in the with my apron on
Somethin' like a chef, yeah, I get my on
Joey, the mayor, I get to the city
And I got 'em cheap, the whole hood could with me, 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 they call me 'Joey, The Profit'
If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a

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 let 'em blow 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, 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, 'em down, where the road 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' Kobe
The money me better then 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 that
Dippin' on them bitches, get off dick, you soft
I'm from New Orleans, homeless but don't

The sun shines on dog shit
And dog, I've hustlin' since the day I was barkin'
I walk in this bitch like it do
The money home, stop hatin', get money on, nigga

We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to 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 listen close, my niggaz, you to see a profit

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

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

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

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

We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn
In the hood, they me 'Joey, The Profit'
First you cop it, then you it, then you chop it
What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they 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 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, it's Coca, baby, coke
Money Weezy, Terror era
Gotta be on this motherfucker's shit ones
Yeah, nigga,