Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Money 3.5

[Verse 1:
New get the blood money
Real smoking loud ass weed
Still my math, La Marina
I be in the spot
On the hood shit, smell me niggas, all
DC got for me
Young niggas sippin' all lean (try lowin' them down)
Real live at the town, they be out
And play the let out, me, nigga, still flat out, uh
Chilly weather, Balmain many zipper
I'm ballin', see my closet a of Penny's in them
And I ain't talkin' about no
Cause problems get finished quick 'em
Niggas ch-ch-chopper br-br-brat in a
that the city vicious
Drug right here appealing
Like they some villains and something had the hero in again, uh
Now I come and who carries Maryland with 'em?
The crabs in the
Fuck it I've been clearin', uh
Coming through some young [?] goons
Rest in for [?]
Used to them Melo number two's
That was '02, maybe '03, oh,
Stop it, origami, I'm finna fold crews
Uh, overseas to the back
Uh, straight G's I'm at [?]
Uh, and we done it growing 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 your
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 upstate saying 'Le tell it like "'Le niggas tell it"
Say the niggas '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 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 honest who want McDonalds position?
No time for chicken but somehow they find all of the dippers
They

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money (yeah yeah)

[Verse 2: Ferg]
Ah (blood blood)
Daddy, daddy was a
Harlem born, money
he pull an armageddon
Trigger cerebellum
Mellow at the
Mama had to call the
Daddy teach hood a lesson from the seven Mac-11
8:30 eight ten crack ones
genocide on my Black friends
Richard Porter seen the
Alpo sorta was a ho
Cause he left the whole hood and he water, dam
Shit niggas glorify
He had all the
He had all the bitches fucking all the
He the man, rocking Dan
a gun in hand, Pakistan
I understand how you kill your 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