Luyện nghe bài hát The Profit

We gettin' money, man, show you how to turn profit
In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The
First you cop it, then you cook it, then you it
What the fuck, Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us

We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the
We profit, p-p-profit, profit
Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The
If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a

I'm New York's livin' legend, the streets me well
Stand in the line of fire, gonna to be hell
You're dancin' wit the Devil, tonight's your night
Picture me, Lil' Eazy E, fahrenheit

L.A. County, got work in
We get it poppin' back to Roxbury in
The streets love me, see they me Coca
We the Rican version of La Costra Nostra

You can find me in the kitchen with my on
Somethin' a chef, yeah, I get my Raekwon on
Joey, the mayor, I get to the city
And I got 'em cheap, the whole hood come with me, nigga

We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to profit
In the hood, they me 'Joey, The Profit'
First you cop it, then you it, then you chop it
the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us

We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the
We makin' profit, p-p-profit,
Yeah, in the they call me 'Joey, The Profit'
If you close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit

I'm gettin' money, I'm the President
And in the hood, they call me 'Weezy, The
And everybody that's around me shoot ya
And nigga, my band let 'em blow like twofers,

Clap, I got 'em, I 'em, I got 'em
Cook, I got 'em, I 'em, I got 'em
And in the hood, call me 'Weezy, The Future'
If listen close, my nigga, you see the future

Wayne in the buildin', where your stove at?
Cook 'em up, strap 'em down, where the at?
I'm strapped up, bullets, nigga, hold that
Now you steppin' out in led shower, where your at?

I your earth off, damn, where ya globe at?
Fuck the coach, I keep like Kobe
The knows me better then anybody
Bitch, I'm paid, about it

I'm in the Coupe wit the titties outted, the nipples chrome
Or big black thing wit the slippers on that bullshit
Dippin' on them bitches, get off dick, you soft
I'm New Orleans, homeless but don't forget

The sun even on dog shit
And dog, been hustlin' since the day I was barkin'
I walk in this like what it do
The money home, hatin', get your money on, nigga

We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to profit
In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The
First you cop it, then you cook it, you chop it
the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us

We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the
We makin' profit, p-p-profit,
Yeah, in the hood call me 'Joey, The Profit'
If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a

This year All Star was off the chain
Literally comin' off wit them chains
Put the devi to his chest, homey going die
his jaw dropped like Napoleon Dynamite

Jack boy, I since I'm a toddler
My dad was sleepin', I was through his pockets
Oh yeah, you ready for war, then what's stoppin'
I hope you know them Bentley doors' not

And they go bratatat just them bullets dancin'
Come up short wit my dough, I'm 'bout to pull a
Take kids for ransom, yeah, it's payback
Next time I you some birds, you better pay crack

What? Shit, I don't nothin'
He might be the police comin' up assumptions
All I know is this nigga here is about to God
If you don't me some ki's or bring me 50 large

We money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit
In the hood, call me 'Joey, The Profit'
you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it
What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't us

We a profit, p-p-profit, the profit
We profit, p-p-profit, profit
Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The
If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a

Profit, p-p-profit, the
Profit, p-p-profit, the
Profit, p-p-profit, the
Profit, p-p-profit, the

Yeah, Coca, baby, coke season
Money Weezy, Terror era
Gotta be Novocaine on motherfucker's shit ones
Yeah, nigga,