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

Cash
money
Cash
Cash

Now let me slide in the with the fished out fins
Hit the mall with my girlfriends, dish out
'Cause you know it trickin' if you got it
Cop baby girl what she desire, it's change 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 with the leather and the fur in the guts

on, Mami! Them whips on dubs
Cadillac truck, twenty-eights, no
Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eye
Car show in New York, y'all who wins
It's the Birdman, daddy, the Gucci and Prada
Slant-back, cut truck, no rims, can't
It's that on Ostrich streets
the tailer-made daddy, Mami, do you love me?

Baby, a stunna
I ain't change it
(I y'all)
Don't you
a way of life
(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
blue Jag on them twenty-two's
Flip white to green, 500
In Cadillac 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 James
If you know my name, then you my game

It's lil' Whodi from the hot with ser'ous flow
Gotta get dough 'cause y'all feel me, bro
But don't here me though
Till I'm rollin' down my window and my show
And you know I'm prolly pumpin' the hood on the twenty-fo's
Word! Rims pokin' out the 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, a stunna
(I y'all)
I ain't gon' 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 stop the
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 them O's
And we stop
Nah! We blow, fuck the
Everywhere we go, we smell E-yo
The Birdman my paw, so make me go
"Fly an eagle!"
Fo'

They think I stay at English Turn
stunna don't have 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
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
you know
It's a way of
Mama, do you it?
I'm about to break it
Ooh,
stop the stuntin'
No, no

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

Who we wit'?
We wit' cash money
Oh, I about "Peace"
Peace, I mean, "Piece" of
"Piece" of land, "Piece" of
It's a mind game