Luyện nghe bài hát Get It How We Get It

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

I for my nigga, die for my nigga
Send your weak floating in the river
of the day, man nobody knows
If you be for sure to walk out your door with your 44.
Hell I waited, and I waited, til' I can't no mo'
Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my bro', me some dope
See money thirty a day, still can't seem to hold
Lower thirty dollars a month off in a nigga billfold
Now would somebody please let me know, what got to show
For when movin' slow, with only six grams of blow
Life ain't nothing but a struggle when you pit of the
Hustle and get it in, like most my rockin' the boat
The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga stay afloat
Momma still work 8 to 4 lord, bless her poor soul
Turn this dope into 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 unto the dust
>from to traps, slabs to raps
Spread a little round', it all come back

Now up your mind, as we unclog your brain
And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever was pain
Cause rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass
So get face up out the floor
And know 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 should
So who the hell is you to me how to live it good
To the good that went bad, dwellin' in your path
To partna' keep a look out for these niggas startin' to
And in a flash, you back at
Under your sheets weepin' in your
Like when bitches start that snitchin', I'm a cut you deep
Now a peep, and tell me what you see
dem boys from dat attic makin' noise in the streets
So don't you come with no hoe shit, or none of that old fuck
Me and my niggas out to get it and split it, so nigga duck

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