Luyện nghe bài hát 50 Grand

50 grand for my
mil' for my whip
10 for my house
[Verse 1:
I think I'm gonna be sick
It like every MC is about
Loves telling the poor they're
Then he why they're getting rolled on when he wanna try and walk round in the bits
This is real no thrills hype
On a it feels like
I've been impaled on a steel
But still fight, for my girls and real guys in the grind that write real rhymes
It's the boy next that kicked down doors and I'm back on an ill vibe
(Alright)
Twenty pounds on my
Five pounds on my
No swagger at all, me
And I bet I can your wife
Comply with anything
I'm gutter, I'll do what I
I had a pipe dream in the scene
Now I'm at withering heights

[Verse 2:
Ten for my cab
Some cheap for this skank
I'm streetwise, you ain't -
I'll guys, you're getting wrapped
Outside of the Side is where I'm at
fiends lie and make traps
For these sweet that flash
But when beats time it ain't that
(Alright)
These times I'm in the lab with
These are on a madness learn
No peace signs, I'm gonna stab verse
Just to it, I'm able and willing
Rep for the boys, the kids and the
Tryna get by in the that we live in
Tryna a life and a living

(That's not me)
(Skepta)
(Trust me)
(Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3:
I never had it, made it, it
Spent it, it, gave it
To people who needed it more me
Guys in the ends shanked for the P
time I'm tryna show man the vision
But like man are still too poor to see
So I let man do their
I ain't judging anybody, I wanna law degree
You see the rap lifestyle, if you live
Celebrities and the worthless
I ain't I don't want to make money
But right now I'm tryna do the tings with it
If I eat food, eat food in my
See me and Dev in a near you
And when I pull up to the
Don't ask why I ain't a suit, you're tired