Luyện nghe bài hát Byrd Gang Money

Just my fancy car
Picked up my fancy
And we in the hot spot,
No, we got the bomb,
We got the
This is gang money,
This is Byrd money,
is Byrd gang money
Only niggas that Byrd gang money.

Just my fancy car
Picked up my fancy
And we in the hot spot,
No, we got the bomb,
We got the
This is gang money,
This is gang money,
This is Byrd money
Only niggas spending that Byrd money.

Reminiscing on my slant,
By the time I was sipping on my first
Hit the game, I as a look out,
See the fly cars that the big pushed out,
Dirt bikes popping wheelies by the cookout, that was summer,
I was thirst to be plumper. It better but the risk was worst,
the fly leather copping kicks with the work.
It work; I was fucken up the re-up.
at the tunnel, that was 98, I called papa for the bundles,
An easy ten grand, it felt a hundred,
These Gucci belts by the stomach, with in them.
Its only wealth we want, if we run wit em
the death, until the feds come and get em
Byrd gang money, it started off Byrd Kane Money
New cars, in that lane money!

Just my fancy car,
up my fancy clothes,
And we in the hot spot,
No, we got the bomb,
We got the bomb,
This is Byrd money,
This is gang money,
This is Byrd money
Only real niggas that Byrd gang money.

money is the hardest,
Your first hundred is a job
Your first million, you're an artist.
Especially if the niggas up the block, sell
Told it, all apart when you hold it
Wasn't born a crook, I was molded
Drugs kept my uncles in the green, so I it
Even learned to smell a good grade the packing
Midwest and got financial backing
Started networking with the wheelies on
Any concepts of robbed I was debited
Anybody get it, don't come a day later with the eigth
Got to play it out, cause I it
an acquittal, coming in the club with an entourage
Me I'm the in the middle.
The brain and the roc-a-house rope around the neck
A lot of letters for the chain, and the charm. on man

Just clean my car
Picked up my fancy
And we in the hot spot,
No, we got the bomb,
We got the
This is Byrd money,
This is gang money,
This is Byrd gang
Only niggas spending Byrd gang money.

At a young age, no bricks grams
Nigga stuck, then your mans a
The situation real, then mans a hit
You on the get-a-way, the can you get
You circle the block, you play and field
A lot of real on that track got killed
But you me forever manning up,
sit down when I pee, forever standing up
I'm a boss, so I'm the shots,
Big homie, of the block
You wanna pump, Ill tell you when and where at
Don't I'm not the one to stare at.
Matter of dog, you and your man sits,
In the back off cop car, dog, your index
I guess you could, you a Sammy the Bull
But somebody gonna die if a get pulled.

clean my fancy car
Picked up my clothes
And we in the hot spot,
No, we got the bomb,
We got the
This is gang money,
This is gang money,
This is gang money
Only niggas spending that gang money.

clean my fancy car
Picked up my fancy
And we in the hot spot,
No, we got the bomb,
We got the
This is gang money,
This is Byrd money,
is Byrd gang money
Only niggas spending that gang money