Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Still Rules/scary Hours

Shake them
Scary hours no out, smash the Guinness Stout
Play the outfield, Lucille, switched on shields
She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them to Queens
Guess jeans, she thirty-five beans

Hit the cell phone, with well known tone
A Wally kingpin, who also and strike edition
What up, Corleone smoke the bone, Tone me
What up he tried to there, address him with chrome only

Grady the gray beard, transport for him
Nike at? Rastafarian burg, pipin' that
Switchin' Benz's, ten carat nigga with lenses
like he's sittin' on a lump, he's sittin' on junk

You wanna a heist, draw guns and robberies
You wanna rock rep, step in Wallabies
Names arraigned, the century fox, little
niggaz with stocks, wail on your blocks

Rich lifestyle, spoiled an ordinary white child
But right now, Son is shine, shed light now
Breakdown, God, fuck it grab the nickel plate
Spencer for Hire, tension when we Dryer

He's a cop, behave pop
Blue who bay stop us
Blow that cat at the Purple spot

I remember stickin' at the one-six-ooh
when we was starvin', duckin' five-oh, 'em dues
Times is in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in
We warrin' and dodgin', rippin' and robbin'

Got the NARC sabotagin', slippin' cracks in camouflagin'
Now you snitchin' on the
That's somethin' niggaz can't
City overrun by young gun with bad intention and Wu-Wear

So I see no to mention
The potency of a sting from a bee
Kickin' the battery out the back of
Wisecracks distorted for your get you hijack

These friendly skies for you, they for me and mine
This the year of the grimy nigga,
Keep these niggaz on the run, peep my emblem
Iron Lung ain't got to you where it's comin' from

Catch us swimmin' with sharks now, you rap villains
We feel the way you feelin', let it be known
What the clot you niggaz dealin', you crash dummies
Cash rules, still don't move but the money

Aiyyo Strongarm, that kid right there wavy hair
Billy Johnson, him out his whip in Times Square
Took his Pumas, nameplate, lost weight
Summer eighty-eight, started a fight, can't wait

Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in
Blazin' Tad Rossi, up in the Marquis
He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his
Had him on the porch, ass no

This souped up, stuck, the new stuff
Same kid cryin' on the stand Judge Cuffner
Kissed him with art num three to nine style
Before he left he his face like Denzel

Richard took his Beaver, off the wall pullin' his whip
Mussy dropped and his wig with the heater
His shape-up was all up, as he had me laughin'
God you see how he was out in the grass with dirt in his mouth

Slim him up told him he wild out
Blood from his teeth he smiled like he gunned out
Big bolo, stackin' his financed a Volvo
He copped his shit a small, coffee shop in SoHo

He pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East
Posin' he rappin' out