Luyện nghe bài hát Cake

Money, money, money,

I need the nigga

The Unit play, we rap but we strapped
got the shotgun, 50 got the mack
Spida got the sweeper and you to hear it clap
You won't have another birthday afta that
'Cause Yayo got a and he don't know how to act
been gone all winter but now a nigga back

To get the money, the
The money, the money, the

And you mutha fuckas lookin' steak
Food on the plate for the wolves, wolves
Don't get moved by the
Blood will ooze on ya shoes wait, ya hate

You ridin' in dem 6s
'Cause you spendin' all ya cake on dem
I need the bread lil' niggas Christmas
Banks don't rap wit a pack

I'm in it for the money, the
The money, the money, the

You heard Banks said so I I got the mack
I pull up, pull out spray hollows at your
I don't give a fuck, it's goin' like that
I done been through every hood, dead gone rap

In the heart of a victim murda is
I complicate shit, yeah I keep it simple
My bullet wounds will tell you a story 'bout wut I been
Southside trama wit' gallamas

I conversate wit' killas, it's usually about
Politicate wit' lawness, it's 'bout white
I'm da poster of violence, I'm the boy on the poster
When the shots start to rang out I'm the boy the toaster

Yeah, up clicko, I hustle I get though
You fuckin' wit a sicko, I spazz let a go
Cannon out da rental, to ya temple
I blow your mental, all ova ya friends

Me I'm from the street, where nothin'
The of the hommies, there's a body every week
Now I don't hear the sirens but they prolly gonna
Plottin' to pull me ova, put the in my jeep

So I'll be skippin' cities seven states in
Can't a mutha breathin' tell me I can't eat
Show me the money, the
The money, the money, the
Niggas down, pump ya breaks

No cause the jakes, run the plates
Then you headed up state for 'round wit' a steak
Niggas start up the and run straight to the cops
You a bitch ass nigga, the cupcake of the
Any nigga disrespect the click gettin'
'Round here niggas get found down

Ova the money, the
The money, the money, the

Money, money, money,