Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Money 3.5

[Verse 1:
New York get the blood
Real niggas smoking loud ass
counting my math, La Marina
Summertime I be in the
On the hood shit, smell me niggas, all
DC got for me
Young niggas sippin' all that (try lowin' them down)
Real live at the town, they be out
And the let out, smell me, nigga, still flat out, uh
weather, Balmain with many zipper
I'm ballin', see my closet a dollar of in them
And I talkin' about no problems
problems get finished quick with 'em
Niggas ch-ch-chopper br-br-brat in a
Know the city vicious
dealing right here appealing
Like they some villains and something had the hero in again, uh
Now here I and who carries Maryland with 'em?
The in the bucket?
it I've been aquarium clearin', uh
Coming through with some young [?]
in peace for [?]
Used to rock them number two's
was '02, maybe '03, oh, please
Stop it, you're origami, I'm finna fold
Uh, overseas to the block
Uh, straight G's I'm at [?]
Uh, and we seen it growing up
the fiends get they look
They always jukin' like black rock
Spin it, you let's get it
this money, I'ma take your bitches
And no I'm not a gangsta, but I stay
why I go up to any place and remain unblemished
[?] I'm great the lyrics
The niggas saying 'Le niggas tell it like "'Le niggas tell it"
Say the tell 'em
I a nigga heard I ain't e'er been a wilder
redbone, well put together
Put it in my cell, I can put it in your
Kettering. up? Landover. what's up?
Roll pass Ardmore. feeling as fuck
Audemar? keep it on, niggas won't even
When you and you humble you get a lot of respect
And niggas trappin' to get at all the bread
Get up out of the jungle, get his a bed
Get his son some gear, find a pot he can in
So quarters moving and forth like it's a lottery ticket
And to be who gon' want McDonalds position?
No time for nuggets but somehow they find all of the dippers
They

from Elaine]
Hey. I just spent a lot of time and I have eaten a lot of crap to get where I am today. And I am not it all away now

Blood (yeah yeah)

2: A$AP Ferg]
Ah (blood blood)
Daddy, daddy was a
Harlem born, money
'til he pull an
brrrr cerebellum
Mellow at the
Mama had to call the
Daddy teach your a lesson from the seven Mac-11
8:30 eight mack ten crack
Putting genocide on my Black
Porter seen the slaughter
Alpo sorta was a ho
Cause he left the whole hood and he water, dam
Shit niggas still
He had all the
He had all the bitches fucking all the
He the man, rocking Dan
a gun in hand, Pakistan
I don't how you kill your man (damn)
I don't understand how you kill man
Goddamn, how you kill your man over money
Two Harlem in a gang do the devil's dance
Cause the greed of money had them up all up in a trance