Luyện nghe bài hát All About Money

[Young
You a like me

1]
You can catch me green it up,
it up,
Cut a shit over 50 bucks,
Need on the low nigga hit me up,
Never quick enough after up,
Feds on a block ridiculous,
'cause the game brought all our shit 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 up with 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,
sure 10 shells done been in the pump,
if its on-first thats a nigga wit luck,
all niggas playin games endin em up,
'cause your block young buck start bendin em up,
as soon as adrenaline pump,
make way dear lord 'cause im em up

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

[Verse 2 -
They me D-tays up
get em up put the aks on,
let em know we dont sir,
anybody in the way gets brah,
anybody in the way gets brah,
wanna play
yall wanna play tough
Tay wanna spray stuff, stuff
niggas wanna start shit with gun then run,
Tay dont chase ya,
Bullets 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 rounds im spittin on a track,
yall niggas 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 cats how to bus guns,
hit a nigga up and his ass left numb,
play with me,
you know i the heat,
The A.K. gun niggas fatefully,
you think expectfully, just and see,
young buck and nigga ready to g,
If it to be, the boss in the cause,
my gun so big limp 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 slang the dope or hit major licks,
thats why all my be sevin bricks,
yall gunna see what we with,
not me doll,
i hurtin for shit,
G.S. 400 a leather kit,
oh you wanna holla?
whatever bitch,
dont say shit when the flip,
see a nigga straps for the hell of it,
I aint a fuck about jealous shit,
And I dont smoke 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,
a nigga 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 real ass niggas, all no slouch,
can i get that all that count,
all amount,
but it go down and a nigga make all ya say all that out,
what you do nigga what you about,
either or die, when im raised in the south,
love the block, a nigga wake up,
i wash my and then hug my glock,
brush my teeth and scream side,
smoke a and put on my socks,
but it still dont stop, from to dawn,
a been out here on his own-livin day to day,
see im only 17 but a nigga out here just gains