Luyện nghe bài hát Cake

Money, money, money,

I the cake nigga

The don't play, we rap but we strapped
Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the
Spida got the and you bound to hear it clap
You won't another birthday cake afta that
'Cause Yayo got a temper and he don't how to act
I've been all winter but now a nigga back

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

And you mutha fuckas like steak
on the plate for the wolves, follow wolves
Don't get by the tools
Blood will ooze on ya shoes wait, control ya

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 said so I know I got the
I pull up, out spray hollows at your back
I don't give a fuck, it's goin' like that
I done been through every hood, niggas gone rap

In the heart of a victim is monumental
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 life
wit' lawness, it's usually 'bout white
I'm da poster child of violence, I'm the boy on the
When the shots start to rang out I'm the boy wit' the

Yeah, listen up clicko, I I get though
You fuckin' wit a sicko, I let a clip go
Cannon out da rental, to ya temple
I squeeze 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 cake in my

So I'll be skippin' seven states in aweek
Can't a mutha fuckin' tell me I can't eat
me the money, the money
The money, the money, the
Niggas slow down, pump ya

No mistakes the jakes, run the plates
Then you headed up state for rollin' 'round wit' a
Niggas start up the beef and run straight to the
You a ass nigga, the cupcake of the block
Any nigga disrespect the gettin' shot
'Round here get found upside down

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

Money, money, money,