Luyện nghe bài hát All About Money

[Young
You a thug me

1]
You can catch me stick it up,
it up,
Cut a shit over 50 bucks,
work on the low nigga hit me up,
Never quick enough after up,
Feds on a block ridiculous,
'cause the done 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 you playin with much,
one in the chamber on the when you chillin for lunch,
and head up with your door 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 on-first draw thats a wit luck,
all niggas playin games endin em up,
'cause your block buck will start bendin em up,
as soon as your pump,
make way dear 'cause im sendin em up

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

2 - D-tay]
They call me up
get em up put the aks on,
let em know we play sir,
anybody in the way gets brah,
in the way gets sprayed brah,
wanna play
yall wanna play tough
Tay wanna spray stuff, erase
wanna start shit with they gun then run,
Tay dont chase 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,
yall niggas know that you hold that,
ima the gat till the gat click-clat,
then chat,
niggas gun learn that you beef with this here this gone burn,
ima show ya cats how to bus guns,
hit a up and leave his ass left numb,
dont with me,
you know i the heat,
The A.K. gun niggas fatefully,
you expectfully, just wait and see,
young buck and D-tay nigga to g,
If it pays to be, the in the cause,
my gun so big limp when I walk,
Dont the talk 'cause T.I.P. we comin,
First go about

x2]

[Verse 3 - Buck]
Its all thuggin,
paid 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 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 givin a fuck jealous shit,
And I dont smoke for the smell of it,
Just 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 I infest 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,
what you gunna do what you about,
either or die, when im raised in the south,
the block, when a nigga wake up,
i wash my and then hug my glock,
brush my teeth and south side,
a blunt and put on my socks,
but it dont stop, from dusk to dawn,
a nigga been out on his own-livin day to day,
see im only 17 but a out here just gains farm