Luyện nghe bài hát Countin Money

Fuck a rubber band a need a buncha birds (X4)
intro - 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
money all day, count money all, money all
Count all day, count money all day, count money all
Money all, money all, all day

[Bun B - 1]
Say mane, no matta I go, no matter what I do
If chillin' myself, or ballin' wit' my crew
The is lookin' cloudy or Bahama water blue
I got that money on my mind, so tell me it do
And if you be like me, you already knew it
We for the money then we goin' right through it
Take it to the table baby, it up and screw it
'Cause it nothin' to it where 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 up on the hangas
That everyday struggle and can't nair nigga us
Believe that I was famous I ever did a song
Believe I had a poppin' a label 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 song I ever dropped was in a drug house
Razor blades, bags, Louis shoes, stoopid swag
Rubber bands, duffle bags, small bills, trash
Apple chain on my neck, you know that stoopid cash
for the wash, that's that foolish cash
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 make it for no hoes, I ain't get off of shows
money all day, count money all night
Trust no one wit' my paper, so I count my paper
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
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 bitch you smell me
no need to check ya sneakers
Three bricks, plus a split wit' me, bitch you got a hit
Big money on my leisure, pop bottles top models
Wit' my goons in Puerto Rico, yo' girlfriend I'ma her
Believe me I'm a giant, it to the lemurs(?)
I only see my plus my cojan 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 tune into East Atlanta, please don't the channel ma
the windows down back up
In my Phantom my automa
out my partner, naw
Don't you want this
Thinkin' that you angry 'cause my neck look like the Mardi