Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams Worth More Than Money (Freestyle)

Come on get it
Ya nigga my album
Dreams worth more money nigga
This mother summer
I been so much mofuckin' money nigga
all these bitches
I think I done took a off
snappin' though
A lot of fallin' off
We ain't doing nothin' but stronger nigga
New deals, new money, double M G
get it
1]
My man got booked a stone of white
If make his bail a 'mil, he coming home tonight
I went from standing on them corners, on them flights
jumping out of Bentleys, jumping on them bikes
Middle of the no strap, ice on
Niggas in the dark, let's turn them lights on
I used to on the same floors the mice on
Now it's Italian marble, moon like Mike doing
Rest in to Mike, I rest in peace the mic
I pop a couple percs, I drink that Easter
Its to this shit, dog you won't believe my life
butter jelly on a french toast, eating right
Champagne gargling, is marvelous
62 Maybach, I can barely the shit
Got these rappers scared see em' shaking like it's
If they said my name got flamed, I'm the arsonist
A man don't eat he gonna starve, a man starve he gonna die
I know that they gonna try, that's why I stay strapped with a brand new mac and 45
So they jump fast, better whistle like off-sides
Cause I'm from Philly, we'll eat your cheese
I told Diddy, I walking for no cheesecake
Cause the jeweller making the with the freeze face
I'm on now, I got neighbors like in 3
2]
Do it for the vine, I ain't do it
Lets about the time when I use to go through it
Nappy ass braids, with the cold
We was playing with razors before they had the scooters
Shit I walked in my Pumas on, you ain't even know it
These a million dollar pair of sneaks nigga, you ain't know it
Said Reebok dropped Ross, we even know it
Cause he went and brought that Breitling, he ain't even show it
At 21 I wanted to pop a
At 22 I wanted the model
At 23 I wanted the
So what you I did, I went and fucking got it
I hit my hood, niggas fucking sour
They see me and I be like you fucking coward
I just want to ball, spending the quarter on
Just take a at my car, you don't remember I starved
I it all
in the day, packing the K
All that hate I made go away
I do you dirty go you to the A
Put in the verse like that Mac in you
And nigga, I'm mac in the bay
I'm off beat still killing shit, I'm all street still killing shit
Hurricane the week, I still killed the shit
Intro out like a year and I'm still killing shit