Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Miles

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

One: Charli Baltimore

I know if it's the pretty face or the expensive taste
got everybody wantin' to touch me like Case
Feels So Good like Mase, to pull
Anywhere I want, diplomats on the
The way I put it on a sober
I have 'em comin' back, knockin' on my door Johovas
Ya'll already know 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, they baby daddy wanna bag me
why I never leave home without the chrome maggy
Ya'll can't do nothin' to me
I got this game like a dubee
Pinned up in
Charli rappin' about, I got
And it ain't that I'm on myself, I'm really hot
uh

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)

Verse Two: Charli

Yo yo, honey
niggas be swimmin' in money
I need Jet Ski's in mind, tease a dime
Lookin' in the mirror, feeling with the shine
Rolex for the time, the class is "S"
Wear the ice on the bra of my
When the money ain't I go far to the left
wanna play games then Charli the ref
Wanna Kiss Goodnight, don't hold ya breath
Niggas know I'm the shit with my MAC
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 work for Charli, a boss with a
Ask anybody, I could take over
Cool by the pool you diss another hottie
broke 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 of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money (really it, yeah)

Verse Three: Charli

Uh huh, yo when you look you see the slim leavin' no trace
Cause nigga's who know will be in the breifcase
Yeah Long Kiss Goodnight, Baltimore get it
For the cash, hop out the window and shoot the ice
Ain't no love here, just the black gloves
Check it, and I don't get involved 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 world blow
Then go, get 'em ready for school like nothing
a apple for the teacher, tell 'em mommy said "Hi"
Bet he fail you no more, one more "F" and he die
Even my nails done, I can take guns apart son
So they 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 advance me
So I put out mines and tell dawg keep yo
For real...

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

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)