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
money
Cash

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

Baby, a stunna
I gon' change it
(I y'all)
you know
It's a way of
(I y'all)

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

Pop one, pop two
Them new shoes
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 that pop
And these floors stay high as Rick James
If you know my name, you know my game

It's Whodi from the hot block with ser'ous flow
Gotta get dough 'cause won't feel me, bro
But y'all here me though
Till I'm rollin' my window and my grillie show
And you know I'm prolly pumpin' through the hood on the
Word! Rims out the side of the 'ERV
Glock have ya ribs pokin' out the side of ya
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?
I'm about to break it
Ooh,
stop the stuntin'
No, no

Aye, and my pinky glow my ring is so
Blingy-blingy, yo, stop blinkin'
We smoke stinky, dro
And we cop them ency-wency O's
And we don't
Nah! We blow, fuck the
Everywhere we go, we smell E-yo
The Birdman my paw, so that me go
"Fly an eagle!"
Fo'

They think 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 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, I'ma a
I ain't change it
Don't you
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
game so serious
I could sell a hooker pussy
Now, some serious shit
Oh yeah, believe

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