Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Money 3.5

[Verse 1:
New York get the money
Real niggas loud ass weed
Still counting my math, La
Summertime I be in the
On the hood shit, me niggas, it's all
DC got for me
Young niggas all that lean (try lowin' them down)
live at the town, they be go-go'd out
And play the let out, me, nigga, still flat out, uh
Chilly weather, Balmain with zipper
I'm ballin', see my closet a of Penny's in them
And I ain't about no problems
Cause problems get quick with 'em
Niggas ch-ch-chopper br-br-brat in a
Know that the vicious
Drug right here appealing
Like some villains and something they had the hero in again, uh
Now here I come and who carries Maryland with
The crabs in the
Fuck it I've been clearin', uh
Coming through with some [?] goons
Rest in for [?]
to rock them Melo number two's
That was '02, maybe '03, oh,
Stop it, you're origami, I'm finna fold
Uh, to the back block
Uh, straight G's I'm at [?]
Uh, and we seen it growing up
When the fiends get they
They always jukin' it's black rock
Spin it, you know get it
Take money, I'ma take your bitches
And no I'm not a gangsta, but I authentic
That's why I go up to any place and unblemished
[?] I'm great the lyrics
The niggas upstate saying 'Le niggas it like "'Le niggas tell it"
Say the tell 'em
I swear a heard I ain't e'er been a wilder
Redbone redbone, put together
Put it in my cell, I can put it in your
Kettering. up? Landover. what's up?
Roll pass Ardmore. feeling local as
Audemar? keep it on, niggas 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 gear, find a pot he can piss in
So quarters back 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
slipping

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

money (yeah yeah)

[Verse 2: Ferg]
Ah (blood blood)
Daddy, daddy was a
Harlem born, gettin'
'til he an armageddon
Trigger brrrr
at the 7/11
Mama had to call the
Daddy teach your hood a lesson the seven Mac-11
8:30 eight mack ten ones
Putting genocide on my Black
Richard Porter seen the
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, Dapper Dan
a gun in hand, Pakistan
I don't understand how you your man (damn)
I don't understand how you your man
Goddamn, how you kill your man 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