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
money
Cash
money

Now let me slide in the Benz with the out fins
Hit the mall with my girlfriends, dish out
you know it ain't trickin' if you got it
Cop baby girl she desire, it's chump change mama
Marijuana Scholar, knowin' what I got up in my Styrofoam
That purple stuff, it was givin' to me at birth to
So why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the fur in the guts

Hold on, Mami! Them whips on
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, with the and Prada
Slant-back, cut truck, no rims, can't
It's Louie on Ostrich streets
It's the daddy, Mami, do you love me?

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

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

Pop one, pop two
new Nike shoes
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 money and
All these women that pop champagne
And these marble floors high as Rick James
If you my name, then you know my game

It's lil' Whodi from the hot block ser'ous flow
Gotta get dough 'cause y'all feel me, bro
But y'all don't me though
I'm rollin' down my window and my grillie show
And you know I'm prolly through the hood on the twenty-fo's
Word! Rims pokin' out the of the 'ERV
Glock ya ribs pokin' out the side of ya shirt
I'm a seventeenth and I ride for the turf, whoo

Baby, a stunna
(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 glow 'cause my is so
Blingy-blingy, yo, stop though
We stinky, stinky dro
And we don't cop ency-wency O's
And we don't
Nah! We blow, the people
we go, we smell like E-yo
The Birdman my paw, so that me go
"Fly an eagle!"
Fo'

They 'cause I stay at English Turn
That don't have a O - Z to burn
(Light it up!)
I go in each sto' and 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 gon' change 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' 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 wit' cash money
Oh, I about "Peace"
Peace, I mean, "Piece" of
"Piece" of land, "Piece" of
It's just a mind