Luyện nghe bài hát American Greed

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

Backstreet Boy *NSYNC like Lou
I'm the 6th member as long as the earn
Half the crew earnings, I take my
wars I'm feeling like Big
On stage, boxers and
red put track up
Move 8-balls, play pool? Well nigga up
Hit the with all soda
the streets in the Viper or Cobra
New Louis Vuitton sneaks spikes all over
Crib on kid shit, my Nikes all over
Small purchase, next I'll re-bigger
Fitted low dark shades like I don't see
dough like I don't need niggas
Didn't know crime pays?
Well at Flea nigga!
Fortune 500, we niggas
Wall Street
Greed
Lot of dough to be made,
I agree,
Summertime, True jeans
Is nigga
Julius whip her: 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 full
I leave
With a full
Cage who let the bull out?
violence and
I'm what the about
got a vision that's so raw
Say no more. Rewind: he me of me in '04
Maybe it's our habitat, maddest
Rat-tat-tat, I had to trap, imagine
Ave graduate in fact
And if you me in the

blowing
Right hand salute me
Sam
Scram,
Tan
Scary