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,
work on the low nigga hit me up,
Never quick enough after up,
on a nigga block ridiculous,
'cause the game 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 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 20 gone by the end of the month,
i get drunk the weed to the end of the blunt,
Make sure 10 shells been in the pump,
if its on-first draw a nigga wit luck,
all niggas playin start endin em up,
'cause your block young buck will start em up,
as soon as adrenaline pump,
make way lord 'cause im sendin 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 -
call me D-tays up
get em up put the aks on,
let em know we play sir,
in the way gets sprayed brah,
anybody in the way sprayed brah,
wanna rough?
yall cats play tough
Tay wanna spray stuff, erase
niggas wanna start shit with gun then run,
Tay wanna chase ya,
Bullets wait ta, ya,
hit em the shells of the 45,
make em all duck, the four-five 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 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 here this heat burn,
ima ya cats how to bus yall 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 think expectfully, just and see,
buck and D-tay nigga ready to g,
If it to be, the boss in the cause,
my gun so big gotta when I walk,
Dont talk the talk T.I.P. we comin,
go about money

x2]

[Verse 3 - Young
Its all thuggin,
paid and shit,
you slang the dope or hit major licks,
why all my niggas be sevin bricks,
yall see what we workin with,
not me doll,
i hurtin for shit,
G.S. 400 a leather kit,
oh you dont wanna
well bitch,
dont say shit when the flip,
see a nigga tote for the hell of it,
I aint a fuck about jealous shit,
And I dont weed 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,
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 there? all count,
all amount,
but when it go down and a nigga all ya say all that out,
what you gunna do what you about,
either or die, when im raised 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 still dont stop, dusk to dawn,
a been out here on his own-livin day to day,
see im only 17 but a nigga out here just gains