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 quick after pickin up,
Feds on a 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 move if my ind you touch,
17 but its real when you playin much,
one in the on the table when you chillin for lunch,
and head up with door open feelin your blunt,
where im from 20 by the end of the month,
i get drunk 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 young buck will start bendin em up,
as soon as your pump,
make way dear lord im sendin em up

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

[Verse 2 -
They me D-tays up
get em up put the aks on,
let em know we dont sir,
in the way gets sprayed brah,
anybody in the way sprayed brah,
wanna play
yall cats wanna tough
Tay wanna spray stuff, erase
niggas wanna shit with they gun then run,
Tay dont wanna ya,
Bullets ta, replace ya,
hit em with the 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,
seals comin out the cut,
at you cats,
spittin 50 rounds im spittin on a track,
yall niggas know you cant hold that,
ima spit the gat the gat click-clat,
chit chat,
niggas gun learn that you beef with this here this heat burn,
ima show ya cats how to bus guns,
hit a nigga up and leave his ass numb,
dont play me,
you i spray the heat,
The A.K. gun niggas fatefully,
you expectfully, just wait and see,
buck and D-tay nigga ready to g,
If it pays to be, the in the cause,
my gun so big gotta when I walk,
talk the talk 'cause 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,
thats why all my be sevin bricks,
gunna see what we workin with,
not me doll,
i aint for shit,
G.S. 400 a leather kit,
oh you dont wanna
well bitch,
dont say when the bezzle flip,
see a nigga tote straps for the 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 trail me bitch I be in 50 states,
Paranoid, with 50 cakes,
once a nigga out its all heart no shake,
thats when I the place,
im out,
up in the house,
got it all-from the beer to a ounce,
we da real ass niggas, all no slouch,
can i get that all that count,
all amount,
but when it go down and a make all ya say all that out,
you gunna do nigga what you about,
either or die, when im raised in the south,
love the block, when a wake up,
i my face and then hug my glock,
brush my teeth and south side,
smoke a and put on my socks,
but it dont stop, from dusk to dawn,
a nigga been out here on his day to day,
see im 17 but a nigga out here just gains farm