Luyện nghe bài hát Way Of Life

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

money
Cash
Cash
Cash

Now let me slide in the Benz the fished out fins
Hit the with my girlfriends, dish out ends
you know it ain't trickin' if you got it
Cop baby girl what she desire, it's chump mama
Marijuana Scholar, knowin' I got up in my Styrofoam cup?
purple 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

on, Mami! Them whips on dubs
Cadillac truck, twenty-eights, no
in the Benz, fins, bubble-eye lens
Car show in New York, know who wins
the Birdman, daddy, with the Gucci and Prada
Slant-back, cut truck, no rims, holla
It's that Louie on streets
It's the tailer-made daddy, Mami, do you me?

Baby, a stunna
I ain't 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,
Can't the stuntin'
No, no
(Bring that beat)

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

It's Whodi from the hot block with ser'ous flow
get dough 'cause y'all won't feel me, bro
But y'all don't here me
Till I'm rollin' down my window and my grillie
And you know I'm prolly pumpin' the hood on the twenty-fo's
Word! Rims out the side of the 'ERV
Glock have ya pokin' out the side of ya shirt
I'm a nigga 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,
Can't stop the
No, no

Aye, and my pinky 'cause my ring is so
Blingy-blingy, yo, stop though
We stinky, stinky dro
And we don't cop ency-wency O's
And we stop
Nah! We blow, fuck the
Everywhere we go, we smell E-yo
The Birdman my paw, so 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 sto' 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, a stunna
I gon' 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' lil'
See, I'm a
You a
game so serious
I could a hooker some pussy
Now, that's serious shit
Oh yeah, that

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