Luyện nghe bài hát All About Money

[Young
You a like me

1]
You can catch me stick it up,
it up,
Cut a shit over 50 bucks,
Need work on the low hit me up,
quick enough after pickin up,
Feds on a block ridiculous,
'cause the done brought all our shit to us,
I bit the dust-countinus
Now i double ? to the ind you bust,
Oh no move if my ind you touch,
17 but its real you playin with much,
one in the chamber on the when you chillin for lunch,
and head up with your door open your blunt,
where im 20 gone by the end of the month,
i get drunk the weed to the end of the blunt,
Make sure 10 shells been in the pump,
if its on-first thats a nigga wit luck,
all niggas playin games endin em up,
'cause your block young buck will bendin em up,
as soon as adrenaline pump,
make way dear lord im sendin em up

x2]
Its all money,
major paid,
stack your in all different ways,
tote strap and keep your khakis creased,
nigga, you a thug like me?

[Verse 2 -
They call me up
get em up put the aks on,
let em we dont play sir,
anybody in the way gets brah,
in the way gets sprayed brah,
wanna play
yall cats wanna tough
Tay wanna spray stuff, erase
niggas start shit with they gun then run,
Tay dont chase ya,
Bullets ta, replace ya,
hit em with the of the 45,
make em all duck, the four-five buck,
put em all up,
got 2 so we got you but we dont a fuck,
comin gunnin out the cut,
at you cats,
spittin 50 rounds like im on a track,
niggas know that you cant hold that,
ima the gat till the gat click-clat,
chit chat,
niggas gun learn that you with this here this heat gone burn,
ima show ya cats how to bus guns,
hit a up and leave his ass left numb,
play with me,
you i spray the heat,
The A.K. gun niggas fatefully,
you think expectfully, wait and see,
young buck and nigga ready to g,
If it to be, the boss in the cause,
my gun so big limp when I walk,
Dont talk the talk T.I.P. we comin,
go about money

x2]

[Verse 3 - Young
Its all thuggin,
gettin and shit,
you either slang the or hit major licks,
thats why all my niggas be bricks,
yall see what we workin with,
not me doll,
i hurtin for shit,
G.S. 400 a leather kit,
oh you dont wanna
well bitch,
dont say shit when the flip,
see a tote straps for the hell of it,
I givin a fuck about jealous shit,
And I dont weed for the smell of it,
Just before I kill, I the shit,
You cant trail me I be in 50 states,
Paranoid, about 50 cakes,
once a nigga out its all heart no shake,
when I infest the place,
im out,
up in the house,
got it all-from the to a quarter ounce,
we da ass niggas, all work no slouch,
can i get that all that count,
all amount,
but when it go and a nigga make all ya say all that out,
what you gunna do nigga you about,
either or die, when im raised in the south,
love the block, when a wake up,
i wash my face and hug my glock,
brush my teeth and south side,
a blunt and put on my socks,
but it dont stop, from dusk to dawn,
a been out here on his own-livin day to day,
see im only 17 but a nigga out here just farm