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 shit 50 bucks,
work on the low nigga hit me up,
Never enough after pickin up,
on a nigga block ridiculous,
'cause the game brought all our shit to us,
I bit the dust-countinus
Now i double ? 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 table when you for lunch,
and head up with door open feelin your blunt,
where im 20 gone by the end of the month,
i get drunk smoke the to the end of the blunt,
Make 10 shells done been in the pump,
if its on-first thats a nigga wit luck,
all niggas games start endin em up,
'cause block young buck will start bendin em up,
as soon as your pump,
make way dear lord 'cause im em up

x2]
Its all money,
major paid,
stack cheese 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,
anybody in the way gets brah,
wanna rough?
yall wanna play tough
Tay wanna spray stuff, erase
niggas wanna start shit with gun then run,
Tay wanna chase ya,
wait 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 give a fuck,
seals comin out the cut,
at you cats,
spittin 50 rounds im spittin on a track,
yall niggas that you cant hold that,
ima spit the gat the gat click-clat,
then chat,
niggas gun learn you beef with this here this heat gone burn,
ima ya cats how to bus yall guns,
hit a nigga up and his ass left numb,
play with me,
you know i the heat,
The A.K. gun down fatefully,
you expectfully, just wait and see,
buck and D-tay nigga ready to g,
If it to be, the boss in the cause,
my gun so big gotta when I walk,
Dont talk the 'cause T.I.P. we comin,
First go money

x2]

[Verse 3 - Buck]
Its all thuggin,
gettin and shit,
you either the dope 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 with a kit,
oh you wanna holla?
well bitch,
dont say when the bezzle flip,
see a tote straps for the hell of it,
I givin a fuck about jealous shit,
And I dont smoke weed for the of it,
Just I kill, I inhale the shit,
You trail me bitch I be in 50 states,
Paranoid, with 50 cakes,
once a nigga find out its all no shake,
thats I infest the place,
im out,
up in the house,
got it the beer to a quarter ounce,
we da ass niggas, all work no slouch,
can i get that there? all count,
all amount,
but when it go down and a make all ya say all that out,
what you gunna do what you about,
either or die, when im raised in the south,
the block, when a nigga wake up,
i my face and then hug my glock,
brush my teeth and scream side,
a blunt and put on my socks,
but it still dont stop, from to dawn,
a nigga been out here on his day to day,
see im only 17 but a nigga out here just gains