Luyện nghe bài hát Get It How We Get It

I'm saying everybody gettin' tired of the and dime
Know what I'm
Don't waste no time playa hating on nigga
what I'm sayin', get this money man, know what I mean?
See...

I for my nigga, die for my nigga
Send your weak body in the river
Ways of the day, man nobody
If you should be for sure to walk out your with your 44.
Hell I waited, and I waited, til' I can't no mo'
Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my bro', front me dope
See thirty times a day, still can't seem to hold
Lower than thirty dollars a off in a nigga billfold
Now would somebody let me know, what cha' got to show
For when thangs slow, with only six grams of blow
Life ain't nothing but a when you pit of the poor
Hustle and get it in, like my niggas rockin' the boat
The survive, the weak should die, nigga must stay afloat
Momma still work that 8 to 4 lord, bless her soul
this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go-go
Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for

Cause we some full-time grinders, time hustlas
Get it how we knew it, from the smoke the dust
>from to traps, slabs to raps
Spread a little round', make it all come

Now open up your mind, as we unclog brain
And wipe away these thoughts of you ever felt was pain
Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your at your ass
So get your up out the floor
And that it's real
Cause sometimes I feel the way to survive is, is just to live
My life day by day, in the way I only
So who the is you to tell me how to live it good
To the good that went bad, from dwellin' in your
To partna' keep a look out for these niggas to blast
And in a flash, you at home
Under sheets weepin' in your sleep
when them bitches start that snitchin', I'm a cut you deep
Now take a peep, and me what you see
dem boys from dat attic makin' noise in the streets
So don't you come no hoe shit, or none of that old fuck shit
Me and my niggas out to get it and split it, so nigga duck

I put my down, I pick my rhyme up
Ain't no money loss, I sack it up, who gives a
I'm in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be made
10% in church, oh a business now
Don't play that shit, by all these sales that I had I need a lil' bit
Oh now you this, I knew you would though
A dirty south nigga straight up out the bro'
I went from trapped off in this rap game
Bid your clientelle, make a sell, all the same
And once you recognize, no from them eyes
You do damn thang, wait for that big surprise
They say they the deal, they say it's all real
feel what I feel, thats what they need to kill
A tryin' to live, I gotta pay the bill
I lay these rap songs, to make you a lil'