Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Money 3.5

[Verse 1:
New York get the blood
Real niggas smoking loud ass
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 lean (try lowin' them down)
Real live at the town, be go-go'd out
And play the let out, smell me, nigga, flat out, uh
Chilly weather, with many zipper
I'm ballin', see my closet a dollar of Penny's in
And I ain't talkin' no problems
Cause problems get finished quick 'em
ch-ch-chopper br-br-brat in a nigga
Know that the city
dealing right here appealing
Like they villains and something they had the hero in again, uh
Now I come and who carries Maryland with 'em?
The crabs in the
it I've been aquarium clearin', uh
Coming through with some young [?]
in peace for [?]
Used to rock them number two's
That was '02, maybe '03, oh,
Stop it, 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 look
They always jukin' like black rock
Spin it, you know get it
Take this money, I'ma take your
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 tell it "'Le niggas tell it"
Say the tell 'em
I swear a nigga heard I ain't e'er 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 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 gear, find a pot he can piss in
So moving back and forth like it's a lottery ticket
And to be honest who want McDonalds position?
No time for chicken nuggets but somehow find all of the dippers
slipping

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Hey. I just 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

money (yeah yeah)

[Verse 2: Ferg]
Ah (blood blood)
Daddy, was a legend
born, money gettin'
'til he an armageddon
brrrr cerebellum
Mellow at the
had to call the reverend
Daddy teach your a lesson from the seven Mac-11
8:30 eight mack ten crack
Putting genocide on my Black
Richard Porter the slaughter
Alpo kinda was a ho
Cause he the whole hood and he didn't water, dam
Shit still glorify
He had all the
He had all the bitches all the thots
He the man, rocking Dan
With a gun in hand,
I don't understand how you your man (damn)
I don't understand how you kill man
Goddamn, how you kill man over money when
Two Harlem in a gang do the devil's dance
Cause the greed of had them caught up all up in a trance