Luyện nghe bài hát Cake

Money, money, money,

I need the nigga

The Unit don't play, we rap but we
Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the
Spida got the sweeper and you bound to hear it
You won't have another birthday cake 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' like
Food on the for the wolves, follow wolves
Don't get by the tools
Blood will on ya shoes wait, control ya hate

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No mistakes cause the jakes, run the
Then you headed up state for rollin' 'round wit' a
Niggas start up the beef and run to the cops
You a bitch ass nigga, the of the block
Any nigga the click gettin' shot
'Round here niggas get found down

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

Money, money, money,