Luyện nghe bài hát Way Of Life

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

Cash
money
Cash
Cash

Now let me slide in the Benz the fished out fins
Hit the mall my girlfriends, dish out ends
you know it ain't trickin' if you got it
Cop baby girl what she desire, it's chump change
Marijuana Scholar, what I got up in my Styrofoam cup?
That purple stuff, it was givin' to me at birth to
So that's why I cop the Bentley with the 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, the Gucci and Prada
Slant-back, cut truck, no rims, can't
It's Louie on Ostrich streets
the tailer-made daddy, Mami, do you love me?

Baby, I'ma a
I ain't change 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 them
I'm the boss of the game with the and fame
All these naked women that pop
And these marble stay high as Rick James
If you know my name, then you my game

It's lil' Whodi from the hot block with flow
Gotta get dough 'cause won't feel me, bro
But y'all don't here me
Till I'm down my window and my grillie show
And you I'm prolly pumpin' through the hood on the twenty-fo's
Word! Rims out the side 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 gon' 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 'cause my ring is so
Blingy-blingy, yo, blinkin' though
We smoke stinky, dro
And we don't cop them O's
And we stop
Nah! We blow, the people
we go, we smell like E-yo
The Birdman my paw, so that me go
"Fly an eagle!"
Fo'

think 'cause I stay at English Turn
That stunna don't 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
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, a stunna
I gon' change it
you know
It's a way of
Mama, do you it?
'Cause I'm about to it
Ooh,
stop the stuntin'
No, no

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

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