Luyện nghe bài hát Way Of Life

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

money
Cash
Cash
money

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

Hold on, Mami! Them whips on
Cadillac truck, twenty-eights, no
in the Benz, fins, bubble-eye lens
Car show in New York, y'all know who
It's the Birdman, daddy, with the and Prada
Slant-back, cut truck, no rims, holla
It's that on Ostrich streets
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 to break it
(I y'all)
Ooh,
Can't stop the
No, no
(Bring that beat)

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

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

Baby, I'ma a
(I y'all)
I ain't gon' it
you know
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 pinky 'cause my ring is so
Blingy-blingy, yo, stop blinkin'
We stinky, stinky dro
And we cop them ency-wency O's
And we stop
Nah! We blow, the people
Everywhere we go, we like E-yo
The Birdman my paw, so that me go
"Fly an eagle!"
Fo'

They think 'cause I at English Turn
That stunna don't a O - Z to burn
(Light it up!)
I go in each and ball like a dog
Me and my nig's, we ball 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 gon' it
you know
It's a way of
Mama, do you it?
I'm about to break it
Ooh,
Can't the stuntin'
No, no

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

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