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 over 50 bucks,
work on the low nigga hit me up,
Never quick enough pickin up,
on a nigga block ridiculous,
'cause the game done brought all our to us,
I bit the dust-countinus
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 chamber on the table when you for lunch,
and head up with your door open feelin 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 thats a wit luck,
all niggas games 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 your cheese in all ways,
tote your strap and keep your 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 dont sir,
anybody in the way sprayed brah,
anybody in the way gets brah,
wanna play
yall cats play tough
Tay spray stuff, erase stuff
niggas wanna start shit they gun then run,
Tay dont chase ya,
Bullets ta, replace ya,
hit em with the of the 45,
em all duck, with 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 rounds im spittin 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 beef with this here this gone burn,
ima show ya cats how to bus guns,
hit a up and leave his ass left numb,
dont with me,
you know i the heat,
The A.K. gun down fatefully,
you expectfully, just wait and see,
young buck and D-tay ready to g,
If it to be, the boss in the cause,
my gun so big gotta when I walk,
talk the talk 'cause T.I.P. we comin,
First go about

x2]

[Verse 3 - Buck]
Its all thuggin,
paid and shit,
you slang 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 with a kit,
oh you wanna holla?
well bitch,
dont say when the bezzle flip,
see a nigga tote straps for the of it,
I givin a fuck about jealous shit,
And I dont smoke weed for the of it,
Just before I kill, I 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 when I the place,
im out,
up in the house,
got it all-from the 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 and a nigga make all ya say all that out,
you gunna do nigga 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 and scream south side,
a blunt 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 farm