Luyện nghe bài hát Way Of Life

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

money
Cash
Cash
money

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

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

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

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

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

It's lil' from the hot block with ser'ous flow
Gotta get dough y'all won't feel me, bro
But y'all don't me though
Till I'm down my window and my grillie show
And you know I'm prolly pumpin' the hood on the twenty-fo's
Word! Rims out the side of the 'ERV
Glock have ya ribs pokin' out the of ya shirt
I'm a nigga and I ride 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?
I'm about to break it
Ooh,
Can't the stuntin'
No, no

Aye, and my pinky glow 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, fuck the
Everywhere we go, we like E-yo
The Birdman my paw, so that me go
"Fly an eagle!"
Fo'

think 'cause I stay at English Turn
That stunna have a O - Z to burn
(Light it up!)
I go in each sto' and ball 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 gon' change it
Don't you
a way of life
Mama, do you it?
'Cause I'm about to it
Ooh,
stop the stuntin'
No, no

Yep! There it is! Ya' lil'
See, I'm a
You a
game so serious
I could sell a hooker some
Now, that's serious shit
Oh yeah, that

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