Jay-Z - Hard Knock Life (1998) скачать mp3

Jay-Z: Turn the lights all the way Turn the lights all the way down What Uhhuh Yeah (Uhh) Come on Big flow (GGRRRRRR) Come on yeah come on Yo Yo J-A-Y- I flow sick Fuck all yall haters blow dick I spits the game those that throw bricks Money cash hoes money cash sticks what Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street Only wife of mines is a life of crime And since, lifes a bitch it maybe skirts and big chests How can I not flirt with death Thats lifes a nick long as life prevent us We gone send a lot of pretty price for guiness Fuck it Ice the rest and raise the price on these niggaz Yall cant floss on my level I ll invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter When I go all the harlem playaz wall my picture If you get close enough you can read the scripture It reads money cash hoes I heard it was that nigga what Chorus: (repeat 2X) Money cash hoes money cash hoes (WHAT) Money cash hoes money cash hoes (UHH) Money cash hoes money cash hoes (COME ON) Money cash hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT) Flavors robust platinum and gold touch Yall rap now, fat money lets slow it up Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no luck Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO what what Us the villain, fuck your feelings While yall playa hate we in the upper millions Whats the dealings (huh) its like we all have been soft Ever since Snoop came through and brushed the building Im tryin to restore the feelings fuck the lord keep dealing More money more cash more chilling I know they gone criticize the hook on this song Like I give a fuck Im just a crook on this song Bed-Stuy Brooknon took on the world Shit I led a life you can write a book on Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street Man and I tell ya itll be the best seller Chorus: (2X) DMX: D-M-X and my dogs bite Jigga my nigga rhyme all night Thugs for life one night with this rap shit Let em know when I rip they know what ll happen When we clap shit Actin like we owe em something Then we show em something Talk greasy I think they found em down the road or something Fuckin wit a madman in a bad mood Its like fuckin wit a mad dog that wasnt fed food And the only thing thats stoppin him is you Cuz the only thing that he ll be choppin is you Topic include Droppin a clue and the response from the street This was one dog that loves raw meat But gettin back to just cuz I love my niggaz I shed blood on my niggaz Let a nigga holler where my niggas All Im a hear is right here my nigga Chorus: (2X) Roc-A-Fella shit uhhuh Ruff Ryders My nigga Swiss Uhhuh uhhuh Dont stop biatch