Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Money 3.5

[Verse 1:
New York get the money
niggas smoking loud ass weed
Still 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 at the town, they be go-go'd out
And play the let out, me, nigga, still flat out, uh
Chilly weather, with many zipper
I'm ballin', see my closet a dollar of in them
And I ain't talkin' no problems
Cause problems get finished with 'em
Niggas ch-ch-chopper in a nigga
that the city vicious
Drug dealing here appealing
Like they some and something they had the hero in again, uh
Now here I come and who Maryland with 'em?
The crabs in the
it I've been aquarium clearin', uh
Coming with some young [?] goons
in peace for [?]
Used to them Melo number two's
That was '02, maybe '03, oh,
Stop it, you're origami, I'm finna fold
Uh, overseas to the back
Uh, straight G's I'm at [?]
Uh, and we done seen it up
When the get they look
always jukin' like it's black rock
Spin it, you know get it
Take this money, I'ma take bitches
And no I'm not a gangsta, but I authentic
why I go up to any place and remain unblemished
[?] I'm great with the
The upstate saying 'Le niggas tell it like "'Le niggas tell it"
Say the tell 'em
I swear a nigga heard I ain't e'er a wilder
redbone, well put together
Put it in my cell, I can put it in your
Kettering. what's up? Landover. up?
Roll pass Ardmore. feeling local as
Audemar? keep it on, niggas even touch
you home and you humble 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 some gear, a pot he can piss in
So quarters moving back and like it's a lottery ticket
And to be honest who gon' want position?
No time for chicken nuggets but somehow they all of the dippers
They

[Clip 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

money (yeah yeah)

[Verse 2: A$AP
Ah (blood blood)
Daddy, daddy was a
Harlem born, money
he pull an armageddon
Trigger cerebellum
at the 7/11
Mama had to the reverend
Daddy teach your hood a lesson from the seven
8:30 mack ten crack ones
Putting genocide on my friends
Richard Porter the slaughter
kinda sorta was a ho
Cause he the whole hood and he didn't 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 understand how you kill man (damn)
I don't understand how you your man
Goddamn, how you kill your man over money
Two Harlem kids in a do the devil's dance
the greed of money had them caught up all up in a trance