Luyện nghe bài hát All About Money

[Young
You a like me

1]
You can catch me green it up,
it up,
Cut a nigga over 50 bucks,
work on the low nigga hit me up,
Never 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 ride ? to the ind you bust,
Oh no wrong if my ind you touch,
17 but its real when you playin much,
one in the chamber on the when you chillin for lunch,
and head up with your open feelin 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 draw thats a nigga wit luck,
all niggas playin games start em up,
'cause your block young buck will bendin em up,
as soon as adrenaline pump,
way dear lord 'cause im sendin em up

x2]
Its all money,
gettin paid,
your cheese in all different ways,
tote your strap and keep khakis creased,
yeah nigga, you a like me?

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

x2]

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