Luyện nghe bài hát Way Of Life

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

Cash
money
Cash
money

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

Hold on, Mami! Them on dubs
Cadillac truck, twenty-eights, no
in the Benz, fins, bubble-eye lens
Car in New York, y'all know who wins
the Birdman, daddy, with the Gucci and Prada
Slant-back, cut truck, no rims, holla
It's that on Ostrich streets
It's the daddy, Mami, do you love me?

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

Mama, do you it?
'Cause I'm about to it
(I y'all)
Ooh,
stop the stuntin'
No, no
(Bring back beat)

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

It's lil' Whodi from the hot block with flow
Gotta get dough 'cause y'all won't me, bro
But don't here me though
I'm rollin' down my window and my grillie show
And you know I'm prolly pumpin' through the 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, I'ma a
(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 to break it
Ooh,
Can't stop the
No, no

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

think 'cause I stay at English Turn
That stunna don't have a O - Z to
(Light it up!)
I go in each sto' and ball a dog
Me and my nig's, we like a dog
on the streets, all on our lawn
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, I'ma a
I ain't change it
Don't you
It's a way of
Mama, do you it?
'Cause I'm about to it
Ooh,
Can't the stuntin'
No, no

Yep! There it is! Ya' low-life
See, I'm a
You a
Fuckin' so serious
I could sell a hooker some
Now, some 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
It's just a mind