Luyện nghe bài hát Cash

I'm cash, nigga
Gripping grain, lanes
We cash, nigga
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 talking cash,
I'm cash, nigga
I'm cash, nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At the end of the night, I'm gone be fucking
It's that Moe coming down, I do the gangsta
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 shop tree, that's where I be from
Partner Silly Yo coming down on fucking

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

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

Since I was 17, I've sipping on sip
Bitch niggas come empty out the clip
I love old cars, with candy ass paint
Your other niggas pussies cause them other niggas

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

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

'Cause tramp hoes be talking, on the pilla
Out the street get them hoes, telling em bout all your
And your car on gold, and how much you get at shows
You trust that bitch, that bitch will get you hit

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

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

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

We cash, nigga
Don't try to my shine
We talking cash,
'Cause I on the mind