Luyện nghe bài hát If You Want This Money

You are now entering a Bad Boy (3x)
Yeah!

This is for the niggas who got shit to love
I cripple thugs, just
You not Jada but you could, the slugs
Until place hit up
Rap in the studio, wasting bucks
You're better off making papi know your name well
who ghostwrite for me, my brain sails/sells
Now believe it, place checks
Bad Boy, big nigga, HF

Freddie Blassy]
I put it down for mine, my live a life of crime
Constantly non-stop, when they on the
And BK, no such thing, dark
The sun go down, the tool start to
Outline in chalk, lift the part
Cases in the street, motherfuck the court
Shouldn't the talk, you can't walk the walk
It's The Hoodfellaz, what the fuck y'all

[G. Dep -
Now if you want money baby
Then I guess you in the place
And if your ain't right sugar
Then you need to get up outta my
So what's the
Cant' ya see how a feel?
And let me know if you gon' tonight
this paper we makin' is real, all day

It's like y'all (that y'all)
Don't get it with the rap y'all (rap y'all)
walk around with the gat y'all (gat y'all)
Don't make me to point it at y'all (at y'all)
And y'all (clap y'all)
That's how I see things
showin', rings glowin', Range Rovin'
And my push ki's like Beethoven
gonna stay like that till the pearly gates open

[P.
And here we go Verse's last line}
Aiyyo, get it where it needs to be
Tuned in to the, P-the-D, please
I told y'all it's on for
The bars I ever be behind is the one's I co-write
Hold it down, hold the
What I brag for? Y'all should know by now
Cats talk this and that, so we rip the
a fact, it's a wrap, uh!

(Chorus)

[G.
Yo, yo
Niggas mad at the we bad
Man I won't stop like a New York
If shit wack, we burn
If you got beef, we come like a tax return
We get money, money, no quotas
We gon' fuck and do this murder, no motive
Aiyyo, I burn
Wait till I it, then you can learn more (Why?)
you a turn-off

[Poppa
in my veins
And bought to numbin' the brain
Lovin' the brain, let a slob till it's come and
Strollin' the block, holdin' the glock
1-9, come on baby, it's crunch
In a truck blue, yellin' my fuck
Doin' a buck-2, circle like Doug Ghouls
the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the street
Come on, I can make outta beef

(Chorus - fade)