Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Miles

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

Verse One: Charli

I don't know if 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 nigga
I have 'em comin' back, knockin' on my door like
already know that Charli's in charge
Weekly massage, and gold cars
Money from NY to Witchitaw
And I stay with my cause you know how bitches are
Aggy, cause they daddy wanna bag me
That's why I never leave without the chrome maggy
Ya'll can't do nothin' to me
I got this game like a dubee
up in what?
Charli rappin' about, I got
And it that I'm stuck on myself, I'm really hot
uh

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)

Verse Charli Baltimore

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

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 money (really it, yeah)

Verse Three: Baltimore

Uh huh, yo when you look you see the waist leavin' no trace
Cause nigga's who know will be in the breifcase
Yeah Kiss Goodnight, Baltimore get it right
For the cash, hop out the window and through the ice
Ain't no love here, just the gloves here
Check it, and I get involved with nothing i can't leave in 30 seconds
But my kids, think mommy a teacher
They know, for the love of this
I make the whole tre' blow
Then go, get 'em ready for school like happen
Here's a apple for the teacher, tell 'em mommy "Hi"
Bet he won't fail you no more, one "F" and he die
with my nails done, I can take guns apart son
So when come 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 when he me dough
So I put out mines and tell keep yours yo
For real...

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