Luyện nghe bài hát All About Money

[Young
You a like me

1]
You can catch me green it up,
it up,
Cut a nigga over 50 bucks,
Need work on the low hit me up,
quick enough after pickin up,
Feds on a block ridiculous,
'cause the done 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 you playin with much,
one in the chamber on the table you chillin for lunch,
and head up your door open feelin your blunt,
where im 20 gone by the end of the month,
i get drunk the weed to the end of the blunt,
Make 10 shells done been in the pump,
if its on-first draw thats a wit luck,
all niggas playin games start em up,
'cause your young buck will start bendin em up,
as as your adrenaline pump,
make way dear 'cause im sendin em up

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

[Verse 2 -
They call me up
get em up put the aks on,
let em know we play sir,
anybody in the way gets brah,
anybody in the way gets brah,
play rough?
yall cats wanna play
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, the four-five buck,
put em all up,
got 2 so we got you but we give a fuck,
comin gunnin out the cut,
at you cats,
spittin 50 rounds like im on a track,
yall niggas know you cant hold that,
ima the gat till the gat click-clat,
chit chat,
niggas gun learn that you beef with this here this gone burn,
ima ya cats how to bus yall guns,
hit a nigga up and leave his ass numb,
dont with me,
you know i the heat,
The A.K. gun down fatefully,
you think expectfully, wait and see,
young buck and D-tay nigga to g,
If it pays to be, the in the cause,
my gun so big gotta 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,
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 wanna
well bitch,
say shit when the bezzle flip,
see a nigga tote straps for the of it,
I aint givin a fuck jealous shit,
And I dont weed for the smell of it,
Just before I kill, I the shit,
You cant trail me I be in 50 states,
Paranoid, about 50 cakes,
once a nigga find out its all no shake,
thats 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 there? all that 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 ride or die, im raised in the south,
love the block, a nigga 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 dont stop, from dusk to dawn,
a nigga been out on his own-livin day to day,
see im 17 but a nigga out here just gains farm