Luyện nghe bài hát Fo Da Money

Ahhhhhhh yesss,
Tell me
Were you, to make a decision?
Was it, one of... THOSE
Ya know, ya, gotta decide, between
good, for you, and what's good, for the struggle
Well before you sellout, The Coup wants to you a lil' story
E-Roc, it

Pressure, is to my dome
See, I need food for my little boy's tummy
Pulled up a chair just to think about my
Don't have a job, cause jackin is the
FUCK THE SYSTEM, you know that all wrong
I got my gauge, now my mission's on
on my baby, good he was sound asleep
Cause money was my as I began to creep
down the street the sto', was on my mind
Freeze! the sounds of clips was in my behind
I turned around but befo' I could my trigger
in they ass, on the ground, laid another
I was trippin, labelled as a dummy
But can you blame me, I did it for da

M-O-N, (repeat 2X)
as a; broke as a sucka!
(repeat all 4X)

Back on the streets I I wouldn't survive
So I'm bustin my ass on this nine to
Flippin all day when the place is hot
Gettin paid peanuts, in the burger
Now everybody to know the deal, is this brother real
can I feed my family off of a Meal?
I had to stop cause this shit ain't for
I threw down my card and started slangin rocks
For a dis is some'in you can't beat
My cash is flowin, now I'm home the meat
I'm feelin good sellin crack to a
Don't give a fuck his luck, ya know what I mean?
People trip, but don't understand that
a land, ain't no black foe a black man
Now a shame, but who's to blame?
I got a baby a life and no future to gain, yeah the money

I remember the when I was six
The American was everybody gets, rich
But yo, a for all to know
hundred years has passed, and we still po'
He ain't my Uncle, but Sam know he's talkin about
If you wanna get paid, sell your out
But not me I'd rather do a
Deep in my rhyme; is it for a black man to do time?
To the red white and I don't give a fuck
Because I live and die, to make a buck
So I'm that
rob his daddy, and threw his ass in the gutter
And I'm that
sold his kids cocaine at school
But Jack's an
So I'ma do I do, cause he's makin all the motherfuckin...
*gun

I believe.. truthfully, we all die someday
So, die for yourself
or die hustlin for millions of people
The choice is yours, your fate
You can get with this, or you can get that
We out