Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Money 3.5

[Verse 1:
New get the blood money
Real smoking loud ass weed
Still counting my math, La
Summertime I be in the
On the hood shit, smell me niggas, all
DC got for me
Young niggas sippin' all that lean (try lowin' down)
Real at the town, they be go-go'd out
And play the let out, smell me, nigga, still out, uh
Chilly weather, with many zipper
I'm ballin', see my a dollar of Penny's in them
And I ain't talkin' about no
problems get finished quick with 'em
Niggas ch-ch-chopper in a nigga
that the city vicious
Drug dealing right appealing
Like they some villains and they had the hero in again, uh
Now here I come and who carries Maryland 'em?
The crabs in the
Fuck it been aquarium clearin', uh
Coming with some young [?] goons
Rest in for [?]
Used to them Melo number two's
was '02, maybe '03, oh, please
Stop it, you're origami, I'm fold crews
Uh, to the back block
Uh, G's where I'm at [?]
Uh, and we done seen it up
When the fiends get look
always jukin' like it's black rock
Spin it, you let's 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 niggas upstate saying 'Le niggas it like "'Le niggas tell it"
Say the niggas 'em
I swear a nigga heard I ain't e'er been a
redbone, well put together
Put it in my cell, I can put it in your
Kettering. what's up? Landover. up?
Roll Ardmore. feeling local as fuck
Audemar? keep it on, won't even touch
When you home and you humble you get a lot of
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 want McDonalds position?
No for chicken nuggets but somehow they find all of the dippers
They

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

Blood (yeah yeah)

2: A$AP Ferg]
Ah (blood blood)
Daddy, was a legend
born, money gettin'
'til he pull an
Trigger brrrr
at the 7/11
Mama had to the reverend
Daddy teach your hood a from the seven Mac-11
8:30 eight mack ten ones
Putting on my Black friends
Porter seen the slaughter
Alpo kinda was a ho
Cause he left the whole hood and he water, dam
Shit niggas glorify
He had all the
He had all the fucking all the thots
He the man, rocking Dan
With a gun in hand,
I don't how you kill your man (damn)
I don't how you kill your man
Goddamn, how you kill your man money when
Two Harlem kids in a gang do the devil's
the greed of money had them caught up all up in a trance