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,
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 wrong if my ind you touch,
17 but its real when you playin much,
one in the on the table when you chillin for lunch,
and up with your door open feelin your blunt,
im from 20 gone by the end of the month,
i get drunk smoke the 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 games start endin em up,
'cause your block young buck will start em up,
as as your adrenaline pump,
way dear lord 'cause im sendin em up

x2]
Its all money,
major paid,
stack your 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 know we dont sir,
anybody in the way gets brah,
anybody in the way gets brah,
wanna rough?
yall wanna play tough
Tay wanna stuff, erase stuff
niggas wanna start with they gun then run,
Tay wanna chase ya,
Bullets ta, replace ya,
hit em the shells of the 45,
make em all duck, with the 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 rounds like im on a track,
yall niggas know that you cant that,
ima spit the gat the gat click-clat,
then chat,
niggas gun learn you beef with this here this heat gone burn,
ima show ya how to bus yall guns,
hit a nigga up and his ass left numb,
play with me,
you i spray the heat,
The A.K. gun niggas fatefully,
you expectfully, just wait 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 '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,
thats why all my niggas be bricks,
gunna 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 nigga tote for the hell of it,
I aint givin a fuck about shit,
And I smoke weed for the smell of it,
before I kill, I inhale the shit,
You trail me bitch I be in 50 states,
Paranoid, with 50 cakes,
once a nigga find out its all no shake,
thats I infest the place,
im out,
up in the house,
got it all-from the beer to a ounce,
we da real ass niggas, all no slouch,
can i get that all that count,
all amount,
but when it go down and a make all ya say all that out,
what you gunna do nigga you about,
ride or die, when im raised in the south,
love the block, a nigga wake up,
i my face and then hug my glock,
my teeth and scream south side,
smoke a and put on my socks,
but it still stop, from dusk to dawn,
a been out here on his own-livin day to day,
see im 17 but a nigga out here just gains farm