Luyện nghe bài hát Way Of Life

Look'a
how we gon' do this
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 with my girlfriends, dish out ends
'Cause you it ain't trickin' if you got it
Cop baby girl what she desire, it's chump mama
Scholar, knowin' what I got up in my Styrofoam cup?
That purple stuff, it was givin' to me at birth to
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
Slide in the Benz, fins, lens
Car show in New York, y'all know who
the Birdman, daddy, with the Gucci 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, 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 about to it
(I y'all)
Ooh,
stop the stuntin'
No, no
(Bring back beat)

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

It's 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' down my window and my grillie
And you I'm prolly pumpin' through the hood on the twenty-fo's
Word! Rims pokin' out the side of the
Glock have ya ribs pokin' out the of ya shirt
I'm a nigga and I ride for the turf, whoo

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

They 'cause I stay at English Turn
That stunna don't a O - Z to burn
(Light it up!)
I go in each sto' and ball 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, a stunna
I ain't change it
you know
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
Fuckin' so serious
I could sell a some pussy
Now, that's some shit
Oh yeah, that

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