Luyện nghe bài hát Countin Money

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

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

[Bun B - 1]
Say mane, no matta where I go, no what I do
If wit' myself, or ballin' wit' my crew
The skies is lookin' cloudy or Bahama blue
I got money on my mind, so tell me what it do
And if you be like me, then you already it
We goin' for the then we goin' right through it
Take it to the table baby, it up and screw it
'Cause it ain't to it where 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 some fresh up on the
That everyday struggle and can't nigga change us
Believe that I was famous 'fore I ever did a
Believe I had a poppin' a label put me on
It's 2010 and I ain't seein' wrong
But niggas countin' all day fuckin' long

[Yo - Verse 2]
totin', pistol carrying young nigga thugged out
Very first 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 that cost stoopid
for the wash, that's that foolish cash
Penitentiary chances, on a muscle car
Bun helped me keep it and watch it take me far
My money don't fold, this money
I ain't make it for no hoes, I ain't get off of shows
Count money all day, count all night
no one wit' 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 so I start my day off right
They call me Cocaine Gotti, and money over bitches
Mr. Everything White, he be always in the

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