Luyện nghe bài hát All About Money

[Young
You a like me

1]
You can me green stick it up,
it up,
Cut a shit over 50 bucks,
Need on the low nigga hit me up,
Never quick enough pickin up,
on a nigga block ridiculous,
'cause the game done brought all our 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 with much,
one in the chamber on the table when you for lunch,
and head up with your door 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 sure 10 shells done in the pump,
if its on-first draw thats a wit luck,
all playin games start endin em up,
'cause your block young buck will bendin em up,
as as your adrenaline pump,
make way lord 'cause im sendin em up

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

2 - D-tay]
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 sprayed brah,
wanna rough?
yall wanna play tough
Tay wanna spray stuff, erase
wanna start shit with they gun then run,
Tay dont wanna ya,
wait ta, replace ya,
hit em the shells of the 45,
make em all duck, with the 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 like im spittin on a track,
niggas know that you cant hold that,
ima spit the gat the gat click-clat,
chit chat,
niggas gun learn that you beef with this here heat gone burn,
ima show ya cats how to bus guns,
hit a up and leave 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 D-tay 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,
paid and shit,
you either slang the or hit major licks,
thats why all my niggas be bricks,
yall gunna see we workin with,
not me doll,
i hurtin for shit,
G.S. 400 a leather kit,
oh you dont holla?
whatever bitch,
dont say shit when the flip,
see a nigga tote straps for the of it,
I aint a fuck about jealous shit,
And I dont smoke weed for the of it,
before I kill, I inhale the shit,
You cant me bitch I be in 50 states,
Paranoid, about 50 cakes,
once a find out its all heart no shake,
thats when I 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 there? all that count,
all amount,
but when it go and a nigga make all ya say all that out,
you gunna do nigga what you about,
either ride or die, when im in the south,
love the block, a nigga wake up,
i my face and then hug my glock,
my teeth and scream south side,
smoke a 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 just gains farm