Luyện nghe bài hát American Greed

God the kid
20 L's
I bought out 2012
"Hey girl" she me, I'm like "Honey, hell"
What up I'm Cam,
but I know money
me, that money smell, cologne juke
Chrome coupe, before Killa had his own stoops
Now I'm shaving coke on an boat
I don't what to say to folks.
the 6 train
Took the 5th lane, I get brain
Yeah, get brain, mane
Can't y'all niggas
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Been places, spent
big babies, blame Davis
You that one team
Bruce Leroy
Y'all need
American shit'll turn you
Into the worst
Lock Madoff
die like Kirk
You'll get dirty when
Your collar and white

Backstreet Boy *NSYNC like Lou
I'm the 6th as long as the crew earn
Half the earnings, I take my break
Sosa I'm feeling like Big
On stage, and Timbs
red put that up
8-balls, play pool? Well nigga rack up
Hit the with all soda
Terrorizing the streets in the Viper or
New Louis Vuitton sneaks with spikes all
Crib on some kid shit, my all over
Small purchase, next time re-bigger
low dark shades like I don't see niggas
Getting dough like I don't niggas
Didn't know crime pays?
Well look at nigga!
500, we read niggas
Wall Journals
American
Lot of to be made, shit
I agree,
Summertime, True jeans
Is nigga
Julius Earving whip I'm a 6er
Rucker mixer, with the rock I fix ya
at Bar Mitzvahs
miss is off the
Ricardo laugh at ya
Get chicks up
I got a house
I chicks
With a mouth
open: who let the bull out?
violence and
I'm the hood about
Vado got a vision 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, imagine
Ave graduate in fact
And if you me in the

blowing
hand should salute me
Sam
Scram,
Tan
Scary