Luyện nghe bài hát Countin Money

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

Money all day, money all day
Count money all day, money all, money all
Count money all day, count money all day, 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' my crew
The is lookin' cloudy or Bahama water blue
I got that money on my mind, so me what it do
And if you be like me, then you knew it
We for the money then we goin' right through it
it to the table baby, chop 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 through the fingas
We standin' on the system in a fresh set of
We pop a couple tags, put some fresh up on the
That everyday and can't nair nigga change us
Believe that I was famous 'fore I ever did a
Believe I had a poppin' 'fore a put me on
It's 2010 and I seein' nothin' wrong
But niggas countin' money all day long

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

[Gucci Mane - 3]
me Gucci
I'm the shit you smell me
Ain't no to check ya sneakers
Three bricks, plus a split wit' me, bitch you got a hit
Big on my leisure, pop bottles wit' top models
Wit' my in Puerto Rico, yo' girlfriend I'ma freak her
me I'm a giant, leave it to the lemurs(?)
I only see my plus my cojan on the Sanyo
The hottest rapper you know, people look like Cujo (Gucci)
I get a thousand million 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 show my
out my partner, naw
Don't you want this
Thinkin' that you angry 'cause my neck look like the Gras