Luyện nghe bài hát The Profit

We gettin' money, man, I'll you how to turn profit
In the hood, call me 'Joey, The Profit'
First you cop it, then you cook it, you chop it
What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they stop us

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

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 last 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 named me Coca
We the Puerto Rican of La Costra Nostra

You can find me in the with my apron 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 could come me, nigga

We money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit
In the hood, they me 'Joey, The Profit'
First you cop it, you cook it, then you chop it
What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they stop us

We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the
We makin' profit, p-p-profit,
Yeah, in the hood they 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 twofers, yeah

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

Young Wayne in the buildin', where your at?
'em up, strap 'em down, where the road at?
I'm strapped up, plenty bullets, nigga, that
Now you steppin' out in led shower, your robe at?

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

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

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

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, then you it
What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, can't stop us

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

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

Jack boy, I been since I'm a
My dad was sleepin', I was runnin' his pockets
Oh yeah, you ready for war, then what's you?
I hope you know Bentley doors' not chopperproof

And they go bratatat just like them bullets
Come up short wit my dough, I'm 'bout to a Manson
your kids for ransom, yeah, it's payback
Next I front 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 to meet God
If you don't me some ki's or bring me 50 large

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

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

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
Young Money Weezy, era
be Novocaine on this motherfucker's shit ones
Yeah, nigga,