Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Money 3.5

[Verse 1:
New York get the blood
Real niggas loud ass weed
Still counting my math, La
I be in the spot
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, be go-go'd out
And the let out, smell me, nigga, still flat out, uh
weather, Balmain with many zipper
I'm ballin', see my a dollar of Penny's in them
And I talkin' about no problems
Cause problems get finished quick 'em
Niggas br-br-brat in a nigga
Know that the vicious
Drug dealing here appealing
they some villains and something they had the hero in again, uh
Now here I come and who carries Maryland 'em?
The crabs in the
it I've been aquarium clearin', uh
Coming with some young [?] goons
Rest in for [?]
Used to rock them number two's
That was '02, '03, oh, please
Stop it, you're origami, I'm fold crews
Uh, overseas to the back
Uh, G's where I'm at [?]
Uh, and we seen it growing up
the fiends get they look
They always jukin' like black rock
it, you know let's get it
Take this money, 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 with the
The niggas upstate saying 'Le tell it like "'Le niggas tell it"
Say the niggas 'em
I swear a nigga heard I ain't been a wilder
Redbone redbone, put together
Put it in my cell, I can put it in belly
Kettering. up? Landover. what's up?
Roll Ardmore. feeling local as fuck
Audemar? keep it on, won't even touch
When you home and you you get a lot of respect
And trappin' trying to get at all the bread
Get up out of the jungle, get his a bed
Get his son gear, find a pot he can piss in
So quarters back and forth like it's a lottery ticket
And to be honest who gon' McDonalds position?
No for chicken nuggets but somehow they find all of the dippers
slipping

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

money (yeah yeah)

[Verse 2: A$AP
Ah (blood blood)
Daddy, daddy was a
born, money gettin'
'til he an armageddon
Trigger cerebellum
at the 7/11
Mama had to the reverend
Daddy teach your hood a lesson the seven Mac-11
8:30 mack ten crack ones
Putting genocide on my friends
Porter seen the slaughter
Alpo kinda was a ho
Cause he left the whole hood and he water, dam
Shit still glorify
He had all the
He had all the bitches fucking all the
He the man, Dapper Dan
a gun in hand, Pakistan
I don't how you kill your man (damn)
I don't how you kill your man
Goddamn, how you your man over money when
Two Harlem kids in a do the devil's dance
Cause the of money had them caught up all up in a trance