Luyện nghe bài hát Way Of Life

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

money
Cash
Cash
money

Now let me in the Benz 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 Styrofoam
That stuff, it was givin' to me at birth to stunt
So that's why I cop the Bentley the leather and the fur in the guts

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

Baby, I'ma a
I ain't change it
(I y'all)
Don't you
It's a way of
(I y'all)

Mama, do you it?
I'm about to break it
(I y'all)
Ooh,
Can't stop the
No, no
(Bring back beat)

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

lil' Whodi from the hot block with ser'ous flow
Gotta get dough 'cause y'all feel me, bro
But y'all here me though
Till I'm rollin' down my 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 of ya shirt
I'm a seventeenth and I ride 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 about to it
Ooh,
stop the stuntin'
No, no

Aye, and my pinky 'cause my ring is so
Blingy-blingy, yo, blinkin' though
We smoke stinky, dro
And we cop them ency-wency O's
And we stop
Nah! We blow, the people
Everywhere we go, we smell like
The Birdman my paw, so make me go
"Fly an eagle!"
Fo'

think 'cause I stay at English Turn
That 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, I'ma a
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' lil'
See, I'm a
You a
Fuckin' so serious
I could sell a some pussy
Now, that's some shit
Oh yeah, that

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