Luyện nghe bài hát All About Money

[Young
You a thug me

1]
You can me green stick it up,
it up,
Cut a shit over 50 bucks,
Need on the low nigga hit me up,
Never enough after pickin up,
on a nigga 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 when you with much,
one in the chamber on the table when you for lunch,
and head up with your door open your blunt,
where im from 20 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 draw thats a nigga wit luck,
all niggas games start endin em up,
'cause your block young will start bendin em up,
as as your adrenaline pump,
make way lord 'cause im sendin em up

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

2 - D-tay]
They me D-tays up
get em up put the aks on,
let em we dont play sir,
in the way gets sprayed brah,
anybody in the way gets brah,
play rough?
yall wanna play tough
Tay wanna stuff, erase stuff
niggas wanna start shit they gun then run,
Tay dont 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 dont a fuck,
seals gunnin out the cut,
at you cats,
spittin 50 like 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 with this this heat gone burn,
ima ya cats how to bus yall guns,
hit a nigga up and his ass left numb,
dont with me,
you know i 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 - Young
Its all thuggin,
gettin and shit,
you either slang the dope or hit licks,
thats why all my be sevin bricks,
yall see what we workin with,
not me doll,
i aint for shit,
G.S. 400 with a kit,
oh you dont wanna
whatever bitch,
dont say shit when the flip,
see a tote straps for the hell of it,
I aint givin a fuck jealous shit,
And I smoke weed for the smell of it,
Just before I kill, I the shit,
You cant me bitch I be in 50 states,
Paranoid, with 50 cakes,
once a nigga out its all heart no shake,
when I infest the place,
im out,
up in the house,
got it the beer to a quarter ounce,
we da real ass niggas, all no slouch,
can i get that 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 ride or die, when im in the south,
love the block, when a 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 dont stop, from dusk to dawn,
a nigga out here on his own-livin day to day,
see im only 17 but a nigga out just gains farm