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,
work on the low nigga hit me up,
Never quick enough after up,
Feds on a block ridiculous,
'cause the game done 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 when you chillin for lunch,
and head up with your door open your blunt,
where im 20 gone by the end of the month,
i get drunk smoke the to the end of the blunt,
Make sure 10 shells done in the pump,
if its on-first draw thats a wit luck,
all niggas games start endin em up,
'cause block young buck will start bendin em up,
as soon as your pump,
way dear lord 'cause im sendin em up

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

[Verse 2 -
They me D-tays up
get em up put the aks on,
let em we dont play sir,
anybody in the way gets brah,
anybody in the way gets brah,
wanna rough?
yall cats wanna tough
Tay wanna stuff, erase stuff
niggas wanna start shit with gun then run,
Tay dont wanna 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,
comin gunnin out the cut,
at you cats,
spittin 50 rounds im spittin on a track,
yall niggas know that you cant that,
ima spit the gat the gat click-clat,
chit chat,
niggas gun learn that you beef with this here this gone burn,
ima show ya cats how to bus 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, wait and see,
young buck and nigga ready to g,
If it pays to be, the in the cause,
my gun so big limp when I walk,
Dont talk the 'cause T.I.P. we comin,
First go about

x2]

[Verse 3 - Young
Its all thuggin,
gettin and shit,
you either slang the or hit major 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 holla?
well bitch,
dont say shit when the flip,
see a nigga tote straps for the of it,
I aint givin a about jealous shit,
And I dont smoke weed for the of it,
Just before I kill, I the shit,
You cant me bitch I be in 50 states,
Paranoid, with 50 cakes,
once a find 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 down and a nigga make all ya say all out,
what you gunna do what you about,
either ride or die, im raised 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 dont stop, from dusk to dawn,
a nigga out here on his own-livin day to day,
see im 17 but a nigga out here just gains farm