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,
Need on the low nigga hit me up,
Never quick after pickin up,
Feds on a nigga 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 you playin with 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 the weed to the end of the blunt,
sure 10 shells done been in the pump,
if its on-first draw thats a wit luck,
all playin games start endin em up,
'cause your block young will start bendin em up,
as soon as your pump,
make way dear 'cause im sendin em up

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

[Verse 2 -
They me D-tays up
get em up put the aks on,
let em we dont play sir,
anybody in the way sprayed brah,
anybody in the way sprayed brah,
wanna play
yall wanna play tough
Tay wanna spray stuff, stuff
niggas wanna start shit with they gun run,
Tay wanna chase ya,
Bullets wait ta, 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 give a fuck,
seals comin out the cut,
at you cats,
spittin 50 rounds im spittin on a track,
yall know that you cant hold that,
ima the gat till the gat click-clat,
then chat,
niggas gun learn that you beef this here this heat gone burn,
ima show ya how to bus yall guns,
hit a nigga up and his ass left numb,
play with me,
you i spray the heat,
The A.K. gun niggas 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 limp I walk,
Dont the talk 'cause T.I.P. we comin,
First go money

x2]

[Verse 3 - Young
Its all thuggin,
paid and shit,
you either slang the dope or hit 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
whatever bitch,
dont say when the bezzle flip,
see a tote straps for the hell of it,
I aint givin a about jealous shit,
And I smoke weed for the smell of it,
before I kill, I inhale the shit,
You cant me bitch I be in 50 states,
Paranoid, with 50 cakes,
a nigga find out its all heart no shake,
thats when I 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 it go down 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,
the block, when a nigga wake up,
i wash my face and hug my glock,
brush my teeth and scream side,
smoke a and put on my socks,
but it still stop, from dusk to dawn,
a nigga been out here on his day to day,
see im only 17 but a nigga out just gains farm