Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Miles

For the of what...
Uh huh,
Angels
H-Class, it
Uhh uhh

Verse One: Charli

I know if it's the pretty face or the expensive taste
got everybody wantin' to touch me like Case
Feels So like Mase, to pull over
Anywhere I want, on the Rover
The way I put it on a sober
I have 'em comin' back, on my door like Johovas
Ya'll already know Charli's in charge
Weekly massage, platinum and cars
Money from NY to Witchitaw
And I stay with my niggas cause you know how are
Aggy, cause they baby daddy bag me
why I never leave home without the chrome maggy
Ya'll hoes can't do to me
I got game wrapped like a dubee
up in what?
Charli rappin' about, I got
And it ain't that I'm stuck on myself, I'm hot
uh

For the love of money (dollar ya'll)
For the love of (gots to have it, eh-heh)
For the love of (dollar bills ya'll)
For the of money (really need it, yeah)

Verse Two: Baltimore

Yo yo, femminine
Rich be swimmin' in money
I need Jet in mind, can't tease a dime
Lookin' in the mirror, feeling pleased with the
Lady for the time, the class is "S"
the ice on the bra of my chest
When the money ain't I go far to the left
Niggas wanna play then Charli the ref
Long Kiss Goodnight, don't hold ya breath
Niggas know I'm the shit my MAC lipstick
Crushin' the player haters with a navigator
alligator, my bag is too
If I was broke like you, I be mad like you
But you can work for Charli, a boss with a body
Ask anybody, I could over Gotti
Cool by the while you diss another hottie
Pissy broke bitch that'll stay snotty

For the love of money (dollar ya'll)
For the love of money (gots to it, eh-heh)
For the love of money (dollar ya'll)
For the love of (really need it, yeah)

Verse Three: Baltimore

Uh huh, yo when you look you see the slim waist no trace
Cause who know Charli will be in the breifcase
Long Kiss Goodnight, Baltimore get it right
For the cash, hop out the window and shoot the ice
Ain't no love here, the black gloves here
it, and I don't get involved with nothing i can't leave in 30 seconds
But my kids, they think a teacher
don't know, for the love of this
I make the world tre' blow
Then go, get 'em ready for school like nothing
a apple for the teacher, tell 'em mommy said "Hi"
Bet he won't you no more, one more "F" and he die
with my nails done, I can take guns apart son
So when they lookin' for this reporter broke Un
Dealt with birds, but I had to on
But for memories I tattooed the Peacock on my arm
Ask Un how the be when he advance me dough
So I put out mines and tell keep yours yo
For real...

For the of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money (gots to it, eh-heh)
For the of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the of money (really need it, yeah)

For the love of (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money (gots to it, eh-heh)
For the love of money (dollar ya'll)
For the love of money (really it, yeah)