Luyện nghe bài hát Way Of Life

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

Cash
Cash
money
Cash

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 girl what she desire, it's chump change mama
Marijuana Scholar, knowin' I got up in my Styrofoam cup?
That purple stuff, it was givin' to me at to stunt
So that's why I cop the Bentley the leather and the fur in the guts

Hold on, Mami! Them on dubs
Cadillac truck, twenty-eights, no
Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eye
Car in New York, y'all know who wins
It's the Birdman, daddy, the Gucci and Prada
Slant-back, cut truck, no rims, holla
It's that on Ostrich streets
the tailer-made daddy, Mami, do you love 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 about to it
(I y'all)
Ooh,
Can't stop the
No, no
(Bring that beat)

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

lil' Whodi from the hot block with ser'ous flow
Gotta get 'cause y'all won't feel me, bro
But don't here me though
Till I'm rollin' my window and my grillie show
And you know I'm prolly pumpin' the hood on the twenty-fo's
Word! Rims pokin' out the of the 'ERV
have ya ribs 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 ain't gon' it
Don't you
a way of life
(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 'cause my is so
Blingy-blingy, yo, blinkin' though
We stinky, 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 my paw, so that make me go
"Fly an eagle!"
Fo'

They 'cause I stay at English Turn
That stunna have a O - Z to burn
(Light it up!)
I go in sto' and ball like 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 gon' it
Don't you
a way of life
Mama, do you it?
'Cause I'm to break 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 some pussy
Now, some serious 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 mind