Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Miles

For the of what...
Uh huh,
Charli's
H-Class, it
Uhh uhh

One: Charli Baltimore

I don't know if it's the pretty face or the taste
That got wantin' to touch me like Case
So Good like Mase, to pull over
Anywhere I want, diplomats on the
The way I put it on a sober
I have 'em back, knockin' on my door like Johovas
Ya'll already know that in charge
Weekly massage, platinum and cars
Money stashed NY to Witchitaw
And I with my niggas cause you know how bitches are
Aggy, cause they baby daddy bag me
That's why I never leave home without the maggy
Ya'll hoes do nothin' to me
I got this game wrapped like a
Pinned up in
rappin' about, I really 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 money (gots to it, eh-heh)
For the love of money (dollar ya'll)
For the love of money (really it, yeah)

Verse Two: Baltimore

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

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 Three: Baltimore

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

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

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