Luyện nghe bài hát American Greed

God the kid
20 L's
I out that 2012
"Hey girl" she ignored me, I'm "Honey, hell"
up money? I'm Cam,
but I money well
Sniff me, that money smell, juke
Chrome coupe, before towns had his own stoops
Now I'm shaving coke on an boat
I don't know to say to folks.
from the 6
the 5th lane, where I get brain
Yeah, get brain, mane
Can't y'all niggas
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Been places, faces
big babies, blame Davis
You ain't one team
Bruce Leroy
Y'all sunscreen
American greed turn you
Into the worst
Lock like
die Kirk Wright
You'll get more dirty
Your collar and shirt

Backstreet Boy *NSYNC like Lou
I'm the 6th member as as the crew earn
Half the crew earnings, I take my
Sosa wars I'm feeling Big
On stage, and Timbs
red put that up
Move 8-balls, play pool? nigga rack up
Hit the with all soda
the streets in the Viper or Cobra
New Vuitton sneaks with spikes all over
on some kid shit, my Nikes all over
Small purchase, time I'll re-bigger
low dark shades like I don't see niggas
Getting dough like I don't niggas
Didn't know that pays?
Well at Flea nigga!
500, we read niggas
Wall Journals
American
Lot of dough to be made,
I agree,
Summertime, Religion jeans
Is capris
Julius Earving whip I'm a 6er
Rucker mixer, with the rock I fix ya
Ball at Bar
miss is off the
Ricky Ricardo at ya
Get your up
I got a house
I chicks
With a full
Cage open: who let the bull
violence and
I'm the hood about
Vado got a that's so raw
Say no more. he remind me of me in '04
it's our habitat, maddest clap
Rat-tat-tat, I had to trap, that
Lenox Ave in fact
And if you me in the

blowing
Right should salute me
Sam
Scram,
Tan
Scary