Luyện nghe bài hát Countin Money

Fuck a rubber band a nigga need a birds (X4)
[Over - Gucci Mane (Yo Gotti)]
Yo, it's Gucci, brrrr, R.I.P. C mane, brrrr
(This that my, straight my)

Money all day, money all day
Count money all day, count all, money all
Count money all day, count all day, count money all
Money all, all, money all day

B - Verse 1]
Say mane, no matta I go, no matter what I do
If chillin' wit' myself, or ballin' wit' my
The is lookin' cloudy or Bahama water blue
I got that on my mind, so tell me what it do
And if you be like me, you already knew it
We goin' for the money we goin' right through it
Take it to the table baby, chop it up and it
it ain't nothin' to it where come from, but to do it
We get it in our hands, and it go right through the fingas
We standin' on the system in a set of swangas
We pop a couple tags, put fresh up on the hangas
That everyday struggle and nair nigga change us
Believe that I was famous 'fore I did a song
Believe I had a 'fore a label put me on
It's 2010 and I ain't nothin' wrong
But niggas countin' money all day long

[Yo Gotti - 2]
totin', pistol carrying young nigga thugged out
Very song I ever dropped was in a drug house
Razor blades, bags, Louis shoes, stoopid swag
bands, duffle bags, small bills, trash bags
Apple chain on my neck, you know that stoopid cash
for the wash, that's that foolish cash
Penitentiary chances, '6's on a car
Bun helped me it real and watch it take me far
My money don't fold, this here
I ain't make it for no hoes, I ain't get this off of
Count money all day, count all night
Trust no one my paper, so I count my paper twice
I been on wit' out my paper, so I wit' it at night
Now I wake up wit' to my so I start my day off right
They call me Cocaine Gotti, and it's over bitches
Mr. White, he be always in the kitchen

[Gucci - Verse 3]
It's me
I'm the shit you smell me
Ain't no need to ya sneakers
Three bricks, plus a split me, then bitch you got a hit
Big money on my leisure, pop wit' top models
Wit' my goons in Rico, yo' girlfriend I'ma freak her
Believe me I'm a giant, it to the lemurs(?)
I only see my paper plus my on the Sanyo
The hottest rapper that you know, look like Cujo (Gucci)
I get a million ties and sold your guys for uno
So into East Atlanta, please don't change the channel ma
Roll the down back up
In my Phantom my automa
out my partner, naw
Don't you this autograph?
Thinkin' that you angry 'cause my neck look like the Gras