Luyện nghe bài hát Way Of Life

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

money
Cash
Cash
Cash

Now let me slide in the Benz with the out fins
Hit the with my girlfriends, dish out ends
you know it ain't trickin' 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 stuff, it was givin' to me at birth to stunt
So that's why I cop the with the leather and the fur in the guts

Hold on, Mami! Them on dubs
truck, twenty-eights, no rubs
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 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 the stuntin'
No, no
(Bring back beat)

Pop one, pop two
new Nike shoes
Royal blue Jag on twenty-two's
white to green, 500 Degreez
In Cadillac truck on them twenty-three's
I'm the boss of the game with the money and
All these naked women pop champagne
And these marble floors stay high as 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 y'all feel me, bro
But y'all don't here me
Till I'm 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 side of the
Glock have ya pokin' out the side of ya shirt
I'm a nigga and I ride for the turf, whoo

Baby, a stunna
(I y'all)
I ain't gon' it
Don't you
a way of life
(I y'all)

Mama, do you it?
'Cause I'm about to it
Ooh,
Can't the stuntin'
No, no

Aye, and my glow 'cause my ring 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 Birdman my paw, so make me go
"Fly an eagle!"
Fo'

They think 'cause I stay at English
That stunna don't have a O - Z to
(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, I'ma a
I gon' change it
you know
It's a way of
Mama, do you it?
'Cause I'm to break it
Ooh,
Can't stop the
No, no

Yep! it is! Ya' lil' low-life
See, I'm a
You a
Fuckin' so serious
I could sell a some pussy
Now, that's serious shit
Oh yeah, believe

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