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 the fished out fins
Hit the with my girlfriends, dish out ends
'Cause you know it ain't if you got it
Cop girl what she desire, it's chump change mama
Marijuana Scholar, what I got up in my Styrofoam cup?
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! whips on dubs
truck, twenty-eights, no rubs
Slide in the Benz, fins, lens
Car in New York, y'all know who wins
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 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 to break it
(I y'all)
Ooh,
Can't stop the
No, no
(Bring that beat)

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

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

Aye, and my pinky glow 'cause my is so
Blingy-blingy, yo, stop blinkin'
We stinky, stinky dro
And we don't cop them O's
And we don't
Nah! We blow, the people
Everywhere we go, we like E-yo
The my paw, so that make me go
"Fly an eagle!"
Fo'

They 'cause I stay at English Turn
stunna 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 like 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, a stunna
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
Fuckin' game so
I could sell a hooker pussy
Now, that's some 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
just a mind game