Luyện nghe bài hát All About Money

[Young
You a like me

1]
You can catch me stick it up,
it up,
Cut a nigga shit 50 bucks,
Need work on the low hit me up,
quick enough after pickin up,
Feds on a nigga ridiculous,
the game done 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 with your open feelin your blunt,
where im 20 gone 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 on-first draw a nigga wit luck,
all niggas playin games start em up,
'cause your block young buck will start em up,
as soon as your pump,
make way lord 'cause im sendin em up

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

[Verse 2 -
They call me up
get em up put the aks on,
let em know we play sir,
anybody in the way gets brah,
anybody in the way sprayed brah,
play rough?
yall cats wanna tough
Tay spray stuff, erase stuff
niggas wanna shit with they gun then run,
Tay wanna chase ya,
wait 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 give a fuck,
seals comin out the cut,
at you cats,
spittin 50 rounds like im on a track,
yall know that you cant hold that,
ima the gat till the gat click-clat,
chit chat,
niggas gun learn that you beef with this this heat gone burn,
ima show ya cats how to bus guns,
hit a nigga up and leave his ass numb,
play with me,
you i spray the heat,
The A.K. gun niggas fatefully,
you think expectfully, just and see,
young and D-tay nigga ready to g,
If it pays to be, the in the cause,
my gun so big gotta when I walk,
Dont talk the talk T.I.P. we comin,
First go about

x2]

[Verse 3 - Young
Its all thuggin,
gettin and shit,
you either the dope or hit major licks,
why all my niggas be sevin bricks,
yall gunna see we workin with,
not me doll,
i aint for shit,
G.S. 400 with a kit,
oh you dont wanna
well bitch,
dont say when the bezzle flip,
see a tote straps for the hell of it,
I aint a fuck about 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, about 50 cakes,
a nigga find out its all heart no shake,
thats when I 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 it go down and a nigga make all ya say all that out,
what you do nigga what you about,
either ride or die, when im in the south,
love the block, a nigga wake up,
i wash my face and hug my glock,
brush my teeth and south side,
smoke a and put on my socks,
but it still dont stop, from to dawn,
a nigga been out here on his day to day,
see im only 17 but a nigga out just gains farm