Luyện nghe bài hát Mr West, Money & The Power

1]
Today Jimmy Hendrix is
I it's time for me to put them 808s in
Middle finger to faggot niggas hating
And Sak Pase to all my f-cking
Give me a pimp cup to my Rose in
I'm in the car that Ricky Rozay in
Tell Satan it's a celebration
So get hands up, nigga get your hands up
Now, which one of us is Mr. West?
Probably the one of us that really to wear his vest
And I'm just my niggas some subliminals
'Cuz he got all the bitches and I be with the
Beat sound like crazy shit that Tim would do
Now when you see me, I'm the Eminem to you
you what I'm finna do, but you don't know it's me though
Magic when I shoot, get to boxing Hedo
Turkoglu, niggas, get to you niggas
Hit your block in the Caprice and just you niggas
Know what I mean? Think you pheens how I'm serving you
Know I mean? Think I'm beans how I'm serving you niggas
And it ain't rice and beans I'm serving you niggas
you in front of your crew, Steve Urkel you niggas
Putting bull out, I hope it works for you niggas
And when it don't, come and see me, I got that for you niggas

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uh (Mr. West, Mr. West!)
Uh (Mr. West, Mr. West!)
Uh (Mr. West, Mr. West!)
Now, one of us is really Mr. West?

2]
He had a Rolls, I had a too
Eat your money up, you know how hoes do
Burn rubber, swear to God they love ya
Like rookie cops, wait to be undercovers
I'm 6'5, nigga size
You act like I can't one of them basketball wives
I be a Game, with my basketball dame
like, Hov, call back, I'm watching basketball dang
Damn, but I ain't 'bout dames
I ain't talking Hov, I'm just talking bout Game
Ask Ray Allen, they boy got
Jesus Shuttlesworth, yeah the boy got
In the lot, niggas talk a lot
They way they gossiping hip-hop should be a barber
cash money baby, why you tryna baller block?
Mad chick, her's, man somebody gotta call the

I guess me y'all, the highest on the see saw
Get so much money, why the would I wann be y'all?
Shit, I be everywhere, but I don't see y'all
So for the next 12 songs, I'mma fucking R.I.P.

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Sometimes I hear anger talking, asking how I'm
I'm just happy to be alive, Lord
albums later, two more children
Feeling 'Ye, "Mr. West is in the building"
What happened to the competition? I killed 'em
drink Crystal, the nigga Hov chilled 'em
I'm on this patent rhyme like I them niggas
Them haters say I off? I'm 'bout to show them niggas
Drake and J. them niggas
I sold nine mill, made nine mill, and it hood nigga
Just like Drake told a
I it rain in hundreds like I was Big Meech
I made it rain in hundreds when I was Meech
Went from a Cutlass the old front end
To a, um, Benz, light jumping
Now take you back to where I got jumped in
side Compton, just east of the one ten

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I just roll weed on your last
And after that I'm 'bout to f-ck your girl for 'bout an
Look the club, uh, all I see is cowards
Mad I got respect, the money, and the power
I roll weed on your last album
And after that I'm 'bout to f-ck your girl for an hour
Look around the and all I see is cowards
Mad I got respect, the money, and all the power

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"No one man have.." 'Ye said that
"Can't knock the" Naw, Jay said
"You can me" Naw, Drake said that
"Mind tricks on me" Scarface said that
But I'm about to this paper plane
Hit the barber shop, get cut before this Laker
Niggas hate The Game, I hate the fame
They hate my bitch, hate my chain
I'm so hood, I might fly to New York and just take the
On some John shit, just take the train
So if you in New York at two o'clock, don't take the
I make dissapear, no David Blaine
I your whole team up, no Jay and Dame
than Will Smith was before Jada came
Four albums, twelve cars, but the flow stay the
Every nigga I dap blood, it's like I'm made of flames
Dipping this red flag, the one I gave to Wayne

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5]
Go Dwight Howard, now them hoes run
Soon as the over, they back stripping for ones
Had bitch all in my crib, stripping for fun
Getting head, thinking 'bout cars when I 'em for fun
Walk in my closet, on my J's, pick up my gun
Spin the block with some some shit that quicker than Pun
I respect two Coast niggas, Biggie was one
If he was living, he'd say that no one is sicker son, uh
Young gun, bar none, the tightest where I'm
Roll some much kush, got the leaves to my thumb
As I it down , bring that six tray around
Nas album, yeah, you can hate me now
Treat like haircuts, gotta fade it down
Ran out bars, I name-drop Slim and Baby
How can niggas hate on me? I get Cash Money
Six bricks in the Aston Martin, fast money

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