Luyện nghe bài hát Cash

I'm cash, nigga
Gripping grain, swaging
We talking cash,
Candy paint on all Range

We talking cash,
try to stop my shine
We talking cash,
'Cause I tussle on the

I'm talking cash,
I'm cash, nigga
I'm talking cash,
I'm cash, nigga

It's Big Moe I up in the door
Out the South side bitch I'm far a hoe
I even scared and you know I'm down to wreck it
I'ma hit the bed gone get naked

Got to my glock, got to strap my ding-a-ling
Out the side, Moe-Yo gone sing sing
I'ma swing swing, crawl slow
It's Big Moe and you know I'm no hoe

I'ma down that hoe Toni Braxton
Moe-Yo come down there hating hoes I'm taxing
Slacking sleeping off, you be talking about my click
You know it's Wreck shop, hating be on dick

It's that boy Moe, I'm out the South
I done came down, Moe-Yo I'm chop
gone stop to the T O P
I creep I'm it down from the M O to the E

My Noke Deezy, all about his cheezy
It's the Moe-Yo claim got to be greasy
Got to keep it wet, on the mic I a vet
I'm coming down thousand gotta get my check

If you want me to be on your or sing a damn hook
It gotta be five grand bitch I'm coming down
my nigga what Blue U
Out the side, M-O-E a damn fool

With my partner D-Reck, hoes they checked
It's that Wreck shop, paper and our respect
And my K-Luv, my nigga Big Toon
Knocking soon, Moe-Yo gotta get a room

At the end of the fucking night, I'm gone be
It's that Moe coming down, I do the strutting
My nigga One, let's have fun
My partners Keke, Weets, the Lil Red coming down on

My nigga High G, you know he's with me
M-O to the E, the 1, 2, 3
The Wreck shop tree, where I be from
Partner Yo coming down on fucking hard

I'm talking cash,
Gripping grain, swaging
We cash, nigga
Candy paint on all them

We cash, nigga
try to stop my shine
We talking cash,
I tussle on the mind

Since I was 17, I've been on sip
niggas come through empty out the clip
I love old school cars, with candy ass
Your other niggas pussies cause them other fake

You hollin' you a but I know you ain't no killa
I see you in the street bitch I'm a trill ass
And now the eighties, putting niggas down
Letting motherfuckers hear all that bass

I ride an Impala, pop my collar
Coming the record company, want all my dollas
You ain't got my paper bitch, you don't get no
And I ain't put my in the uh you wrecked

'Cause tramp hoes be talking, on the walking
Out the get them hoes, telling em bout all your clothes
And your car on gold, and how much you get at shows
You shouldn't that bitch, that bitch will get you hit

I see it all the time, bitches get knocked on the
it ten with that wife, coming back in the middle of the night
Say bitch you need to stop, you need to sell cock
You need to get off them and get on private yachts

I'm talking bout they cousin, coming through bitches
Drinking on Hennessey, you don't know Pimp C
You late on the slab, coming whipping ass
I whip it up in the lab and put it out like it's dark

I'm cash, nigga
Gripping grain, swaging
We cash, nigga
paint on all them Range

We talking cash,
Don't try to stop my
We cash, nigga
'Cause I tussle on the