Luyện nghe bài hát All About Money

[Young
You a like me

1]
You can me green stick it up,
it up,
Cut a nigga over 50 bucks,
Need on the low nigga hit me up,
Never quick after pickin up,
on a nigga block ridiculous,
'cause the game done all our shit to us,
I done bit the
Now i ride ? to the ind you bust,
Oh no wrong if my ind you touch,
17 but its real when you with much,
one in the chamber on the table you chillin for lunch,
and up with your door open 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 thats a nigga wit luck,
all niggas playin start endin em up,
'cause block young buck will start bendin em up,
as as your adrenaline pump,
way dear lord 'cause im sendin em up

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

2 - D-tay]
They call me up
get em up put the aks on,
let em know we dont sir,
anybody in the way gets brah,
anybody in the way sprayed brah,
wanna rough?
yall cats wanna tough
Tay wanna stuff, erase stuff
niggas wanna start shit they gun then run,
Tay wanna chase ya,
Bullets ta, replace 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 give a fuck,
seals gunnin out the cut,
at you cats,
spittin 50 rounds like im on a track,
niggas know that you cant hold that,
ima spit the gat the gat click-clat,
chit chat,
niggas gun learn that you with this here this heat gone burn,
ima ya cats how to bus yall 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 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 'cause T.I.P. we comin,
go about money

x2]

[Verse 3 - Buck]
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 hurtin for shit,
G.S. 400 a leather kit,
oh you dont holla?
whatever bitch,
dont say shit the bezzle flip,
see a tote straps for the hell of it,
I aint a fuck about jealous shit,
And I dont weed for the smell of it,
before I kill, I inhale the shit,
You cant me bitch I be in 50 states,
Paranoid, about 50 cakes,
once a find out its all heart no shake,
thats I infest the place,
im out,
up in the house,
got it the beer to a quarter ounce,
we da ass niggas, all work no slouch,
can i get that there? all count,
all amount,
but when it go down and a make all ya say all that out,
what you gunna do what you about,
ride or die, when im raised in the south,
love the block, a nigga wake up,
i wash my face and hug my glock,
brush my teeth and scream side,
a blunt and put on my socks,
but it still dont stop, from to dawn,
a nigga been out on his own-livin day to day,
see im only 17 but a nigga out here gains farm