Luyện nghe bài hát All About Money

[Young
You a thug 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 pickin up,
on a nigga block ridiculous,
'cause the game brought all our shit to us,
I done bit the
Now i double ? to the ind you bust,
Oh no wrong if my ind you touch,
17 but its when you playin with much,
one in the chamber on the table when you for lunch,
and head up with 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 sure 10 shells been in the pump,
if its draw thats a nigga wit luck,
all niggas playin games start em up,
'cause your block young will start bendin em up,
as soon as adrenaline pump,
make way dear lord 'cause im em up

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

2 - D-tay]
They me D-tays up
get em up put the aks on,
let em know we play sir,
in the way gets sprayed brah,
anybody in the way sprayed brah,
wanna play
yall cats wanna play
Tay wanna spray stuff, erase
niggas wanna shit with they gun then run,
Tay wanna chase ya,
wait ta, replace ya,
hit em the shells 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 like im on a track,
yall niggas that you cant hold that,
ima the gat till the gat click-clat,
chit chat,
niggas gun learn that you beef with this here heat gone burn,
ima ya cats how to bus yall guns,
hit a nigga up and his ass left numb,
dont with me,
you i spray the heat,
The A.K. gun down fatefully,
you think expectfully, wait and see,
young buck and D-tay nigga to g,
If it to be, the boss in the cause,
my gun so big gotta when I walk,
Dont talk the talk T.I.P. we comin,
go about money

x2]

[Verse 3 - Buck]
Its all thuggin,
paid and shit,
you slang the dope or hit major licks,
thats why all my be sevin bricks,
gunna see what we workin with,
not me doll,
i hurtin for shit,
G.S. 400 a leather kit,
oh you dont holla?
well bitch,
dont say shit the bezzle flip,
see a nigga straps for the hell of it,
I aint givin a about jealous shit,
And I dont weed for the smell of it,
Just before I kill, I the shit,
You cant me bitch I be in 50 states,
Paranoid, with 50 cakes,
a nigga find out its all heart no shake,
thats when I the place,
im out,
up in the house,
got it all-from the to a quarter ounce,
we da ass niggas, all work no slouch,
can i get there? all that count,
all amount,
but when it go down and a make all ya say all that out,
what you do nigga what you about,
either ride or die, when im in the south,
love the block, when a wake up,
i wash my and then hug my glock,
brush my teeth and scream side,
a blunt and put on my socks,
but it still stop, from dusk to dawn,
a nigga been out here on his day to day,
see im 17 but a nigga out here just gains farm