Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Get Paid

No about it, Queens represent!
Say what? represent!
Come on, on! Queens represent!
on, Lost Boyz, LL Cool J

You get paid? You wanna get laid?
Yearlings in 360 ways
Live your life in an ill way
Got 6 rides in little drive-way

You get mad all day
Make plans with your family
Get money money, money money
Get money money, take money

By age 19 is turned out
He ain't talkin' much, a dutch in his mouth
Cop the aberrettes, orange and
Laced the Gore-tex, stepped his crew

Black superstar, Jesus
Who he prayin' to? God or the
Some bust blocks, on the block
Traded in the trucks for a drop top

money flowin', jealousy is growin'
Paranoia got him guessin'
D-T's on his got him stressin'

He was at the light up traum
Around the came a tinted out Yukon
Ten in the door made him fall
I guess he should of hustled at all

You wanna get You wanna get laid?
Yearlings in 360 ways
Live life in an ill real way
Got 6 rides in your drive-way

You get mad all day
Make plans with your crime
Get money money, take money
Get money, take money money

My man Tay-Kwan the chicks a lot
Even when he hustled he kept in his spot
He liked to a lot and make the rubber pop
5 baby mothers, 1 live on my

Shinin' in the club, chickens love
Cash bubblin' from pimpin' and drugs
He a real cat, he get from his moms
in the seventies, she was the bomb

His games top notch, and he don't
He hit a reverends daughter in a parkin' lot
is sick, heartless with chicks
He liked to beat 'em up, make 'em dick

Met a shorty, brought her back to Queens
Honey got the virus, you the routine
Not only did he walk away the HIV
Her jealous, jooked him ridiculously

You get paid? You wanna get laid?
Yearlings in 360 ways
Live your in an ill real way
Got 6 in your little drive-way

You get mad all day
Make with your crime family
Get money, take money money
Get money money, take money

Yolanda's always got a
cards in ATM machines
Used to make coats, work got arrest
Honey made sons pockets to death

She a vet, yet she look and sweet
she wet, ain't no controllin' the heat
For baguettes she love to ill thugs
Age of 15 she learned to drugs

she got pregnant, abandoned the kid
Met this kid, set him up and slid
Now she 23 blown in the mix
Sizin' up wits than more is gettin' chips

She down for whatever, as long as it
She tipped off the kids and got blazed
She was in the same Yukon, with the thug
He said thanks for settin' Tyheim up, a slug

You wanna get paid? You wanna get
Yearlings in 360 ways
Live life in an ill real way
Got 6 rides in your drive-way

You get mad all day
Make plans your crime family
Get money money, take money
Get money money, take money

Get paid mommy, come on, on
Get paid daddy, come on, on
Get mommy, come on, come on
Get paid daddy, on, come on

Get paid mommy, come on, on
Get daddy, come on, come on
Get paid mommy, on, come on
Get paid daddy, on, come on

Niggas they wellin' they don't know
It be LL and 83rd the show
Now niggas front, they just don't know
But wanna stick they ball in that hole, peace