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,
on a nigga block ridiculous,
'cause the game brought all our shit to us,
I done bit the
Now i ride ? to the ind you bust,
Oh no move if my ind you touch,
17 but its when you playin with much,
one in the chamber on the table when you for lunch,
and head up your door open feelin your blunt,
where im from 20 by the end of the month,
i get smoke the weed to the end of the blunt,
Make 10 shells done been in the pump,
if its draw thats a nigga wit luck,
all niggas playin games endin em up,
'cause your block young buck will start em up,
as as your adrenaline pump,
way dear lord 'cause im sendin em up

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

[Verse 2 -
They call me up
get em up put the aks on,
let em know we dont sir,
anybody in the way sprayed brah,
anybody in the way gets brah,
wanna play
yall cats wanna tough
Tay wanna spray stuff, erase
niggas wanna start shit with they gun run,
Tay wanna chase ya,
Bullets wait ta, 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,
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,
then chat,
niggas gun learn that you beef with this here heat gone burn,
ima ya cats how to bus yall guns,
hit a up and leave his ass left numb,
dont play me,
you know i the heat,
The A.K. gun down fatefully,
you think expectfully, wait and see,
young buck and D-tay nigga to g,
If it to be, the boss in the cause,
my gun so big gotta limp I walk,
Dont talk the talk T.I.P. we comin,
First go about

x2]

[Verse 3 - Buck]
Its all thuggin,
gettin and shit,
you either slang the dope or hit licks,
why all my niggas be sevin bricks,
yall gunna see we workin with,
not me doll,
i hurtin for shit,
G.S. 400 with a kit,
oh you dont wanna
whatever bitch,
dont say shit the bezzle flip,
see a nigga tote for the hell of it,
I aint givin a fuck jealous shit,
And I dont weed for the smell of it,
before I kill, I inhale the shit,
You cant trail me I be in 50 states,
Paranoid, with 50 cakes,
once a nigga find out its all 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 when it go down and a nigga all ya say all that out,
what you gunna do what you about,
ride or die, when im raised in the south,
love the block, a nigga 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 still stop, from 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