Luyện nghe bài hát American Greed

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

Backstreet Boy like Lou Perlman
I'm the 6th member as as the crew earn
Half the crew earnings, I take my
Sosa I'm feeling like Big
On stage, boxers and
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 Louis Vuitton sneaks with all over
Crib on some kid shit, my all over
Small purchase, next I'll re-bigger
Fitted low shades like I don't see niggas
Getting dough I don't need niggas
know that crime pays?
Well at Flea nigga!
Fortune 500, we read
Street Journals
American
Lot of to be made, shit
I agree,
Summertime, True Religion
Is capris
Julius whip her: I'm a 6er
Park mixer, with the rock I fix ya
Ball at Bar
is off the Richter
Ricky Ricardo at ya
Get chicks up
I got a house
I leave
a full mouth
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
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 should me
Sam
Scram,
Tan
Scary