Luyện nghe bài hát Money, Cash, Hoes

Turn the all the way
Turn the lights all the way
What,
on, big flow
Come on, on

Yo, yo, J A Y, I flow
Fuck all y'all blow dick
I spits the game for those that throw
Money cash hoes, money chicks what?

Sex murder and mayhem romance for the
Only wife of is a life of crime
And since, life's a bitch in and big chests
How can I not flirt death

That's life's a nigga, long as prevent us
We gonna send a lot and pray to Christ forgive us, it
Ice the wrists and raise the price on niggaz
Y'all floss on my level

I'll you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter
When I go all the Harlem wall my picture
If you get enough you can read the scripture
It reads money cash hoes, how was that nigga what?

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Flavors robust and gold touch
rap now, fast money let's slow it up
Niggaz try to Jay-Z to no luck
Roc-A-Fella CEO, what? What?

Us the villains, fuck feelings
While y'all hate we in the upper millions
What's the dealings it's like New been soft

Ever since Snoop through and crushed the buildings
I'm tryin' to restore the feelings fuck the law keep
More money, cash, more chilling

I they gone criticize the hook on this song
Like I a fuck I'm just a crook on this song
Bed-Stuy took on the world
Shit, I led a life you can write a on
Sex and mayhem romance for the street

Man and I tell ya till be the best
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D M X and my bite
Jigga my nigga all night, thugs for life
One night this rap shit, let 'em go
And I bet they know happen when we clap shit

Actin' like we owe 'em something, then we 'em something
Talk greasy I think they found 'em down the or something
Fuckin' wit a in a bad mood
It's fuckin' wit a mad dog that wasn't fed food

And the only thing stoppin' him is you
'Cause the only thing he'll be droppin' is you
Topic include, in two
Drop it to and the response from the street
was one dog that loves raw meat

But back to just 'cause I love my niggaz
I shed blood for my
Let a nigga where my niggaz
All I'ma hear is right my nigga

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Roc-A-Fella shit
Ryders
My nigga
Uhh-uh
stop biatch
Uh, uh-huh
the game yo