Luyện nghe bài hát Way Of Life

Look'a
This how we gon' do
Hook up the
Wolfe, get on the
And we run it, ya heard

Cash
money
Cash
money

Now let me slide in the Benz the fished out fins
Hit the mall my girlfriends, dish out ends
'Cause you it ain't trickin' if you got it
Cop girl what she desire, it's chump change mama
Scholar, knowin' what I got up in my Styrofoam cup?
That purple stuff, it was givin' to me at birth to
So why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the fur in the guts

Hold on, Mami! whips on dubs
truck, twenty-eights, no rubs
Slide in the Benz, fins, lens
Car show in New York, know who wins
It's the Birdman, daddy, with the and Prada
Slant-back, cut truck, no rims, can't
It's that Louie on Ostrich
It's the tailer-made daddy, Mami, do you me?

Baby, I'ma a
I ain't gon' it
(I y'all)
Don't you
It's a way of
(I y'all)

Mama, do you it?
'Cause I'm about to it
(I y'all)
Ooh,
Can't the stuntin'
No, no
(Bring that beat)

Pop one, pop two
new Nike shoes
Royal blue Jag on twenty-two's
Flip to green, 500 Degreez
In that Cadillac on them twenty-three's
I'm the boss of the game with the money and
All these naked women that pop
And these marble stay high as Rick James
If you my name, then you know my game

It's lil' Whodi from the hot with ser'ous flow
Gotta get dough 'cause y'all feel me, bro
But y'all don't me though
Till I'm rollin' down my window and my show
And you know I'm pumpin' through the hood on the twenty-fo's
Word! Rims pokin' out the of the 'ERV
Glock have ya pokin' out the side of ya shirt
I'm a seventeenth nigga and I for the turf, whoo

Baby, a stunna
(I y'all)
I ain't change it
Don't you
It's a way of
(I y'all)

Mama, do you it?
'Cause I'm about to it
Ooh,
stop the stuntin'
No, no

Aye, and my glow 'cause my ring is so
Blingy-blingy, yo, blinkin' though
We smoke stinky, dro
And we don't cop ency-wency O's
And we stop
Nah! We blow, the people
Everywhere we go, we like E-yo
The Birdman my paw, so make me go
"Fly an eagle!"
Fo'

They think 'cause I stay at English
That stunna don't have a O - Z to
(Light it up!)
I go in each sto' and like a dog
Me and my nig's, we like a dog
Cars on the streets, all on our
Ice in my teeths, all on my arm
in my face, my back, and my arm
(What?)
in my face, my back, and my arm

Baby, a stunna
I ain't change it
Don't you
It's a way of
Mama, do you it?
'Cause I'm to break it
Ooh,
Can't the stuntin'
No, no

Yep! There it is! Ya' low-life
See, I'm a
You a
Fuckin' game so
I sell a hooker some pussy
Now, that's serious shit
Oh yeah, believe

Who we rollin'
We rollin' wit' cash
Oh, I forgot "Peace"
Peace, I mean, "Piece" of
"Piece" of land, "Piece" of
just a mind game