Luyện nghe bài hát Countin Money

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

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

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

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

[Gucci Mane - 3]
me Gucci
I'm the shit bitch you me
no need to check ya sneakers
Three bricks, plus a split wit' me, then you got a hit
Big on my leisure, pop bottles wit' top models
Wit' my goons in Puerto Rico, yo' girlfriend I'ma her
me I'm a giant, leave it to the lemurs(?)
I only see my plus my cojan on the Sanyo
The hottest that you know, people look like Cujo (Gucci)
I get a thousand million and sold your guys for uno
So tune East Atlanta, please don't change the channel ma
Roll the windows down up
In my Phantom show my
out my partner, naw
Don't you this autograph?
Thinkin' that you angry 'cause my neck look like the Gras