Luyện nghe bài hát Way Of Life

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

money
Cash
money
Cash

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

Hold on, Mami! 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, can't
It's that on Ostrich streets
the tailer-made daddy, Mami, do you love me?

Baby, a stunna
I ain't change it
(I y'all)
Don't you
a way of life
(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
blue Jag on them twenty-two's
Flip white to green, 500
In that truck on them twenty-three's
I'm the boss of the game the money and fame
All these naked women pop champagne
And these marble floors stay as Rick James
If you know my name, then you my game

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

Baby, a stunna
(I y'all)
I ain't gon' it
Don't you
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 blinkin'
We stinky, stinky dro
And we don't cop them O's
And we stop
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 think 'cause I stay at English
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 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 ain't gon' it
you know
It's a way of
Mama, do you it?
'Cause I'm to break it
Ooh,
Can't 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 some
Now, that's some shit
Oh yeah, that

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