Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Money 3.5

[Verse 1:
New get the blood money
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
niggas sippin' all that lean (try lowin' them down)
Real live at the town, they be out
And play the let out, me, nigga, still flat out, uh
weather, Balmain with 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 br-br-brat in a nigga
that the city vicious
Drug dealing here appealing
Like some villains and something they had the hero in again, uh
Now here I come and who carries Maryland 'em?
The in the bucket?
Fuck it I've been clearin', uh
Coming through with some young [?]
in peace for [?]
Used to rock them number two's
That was '02, '03, oh, please
it, you're origami, I'm finna fold crews
Uh, overseas to the back
Uh, G's where I'm at [?]
Uh, and we done it growing up
When the fiends get they
They always jukin' like black rock
Spin it, you let's get it
Take this money, I'ma take your
And no I'm not a gangsta, but I stay
That's why I go up to any and remain unblemished
[?] I'm great the lyrics
The niggas upstate saying 'Le tell it like "'Le niggas tell it"
Say the tell 'em
I swear a nigga heard I ain't been a wilder
redbone, well 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 won't even
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 forth like it's a lottery
And to be honest who gon' want McDonalds
No time for chicken nuggets but somehow find all of the dippers
They

from Elaine]
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, was a legend
Harlem born, gettin'
'til he pull an
brrrr cerebellum
Mellow at the
Mama had to the reverend
Daddy teach your a lesson from the seven Mac-11
eight mack ten crack 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 still 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 understand how you kill man (damn)
I understand how you kill your man
Goddamn, how you your man over money when
Two Harlem kids in a gang do the devil's
Cause the of money had them caught up all up in a trance