Luyện nghe bài hát All About Money

[Young
You a like me

1]
You can catch me stick it up,
it up,
Cut a shit over 50 bucks,
Need on the low nigga hit me up,
Never enough after pickin up,
Feds on a nigga ridiculous,
the game done brought all our shit 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 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 draw a nigga wit luck,
all niggas playin games start em up,
your block young buck will start bendin em up,
as soon as your pump,
make way lord 'cause im sendin em up

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

[Verse 2 -
call me D-tays up
get em up put the aks on,
let em know we dont sir,
in the way gets sprayed brah,
anybody in the way sprayed brah,
play rough?
yall cats play tough
Tay wanna spray stuff, erase
niggas wanna start with they gun then run,
Tay wanna 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,
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,
then 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,
play with me,
you i spray the heat,
The A.K. gun down fatefully,
you think expectfully, wait and see,
young and D-tay nigga ready to g,
If it pays to be, the in the cause,
my gun so big limp when I walk,
Dont the talk 'cause T.I.P. we comin,
First go about

x2]

[Verse 3 - Buck]
Its all thuggin,
paid and shit,
you either the dope or hit major licks,
thats why all my niggas be bricks,
yall gunna see what we with,
not me doll,
i hurtin for shit,
G.S. 400 with a kit,
oh you dont wanna
well bitch,
dont say when the bezzle flip,
see a nigga tote for the hell of it,
I aint givin a about jealous shit,
And I dont smoke weed for the of it,
before I kill, I inhale the shit,
You cant me bitch I be in 50 states,
Paranoid, about 50 cakes,
once a nigga out its all heart no shake,
when I infest 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 there? all that count,
all amount,
but it go down and a nigga 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, when a 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 still stop, from dusk to dawn,
a nigga out here on his own-livin day to day,
see im only 17 but a nigga out just gains farm