Luyện nghe bài hát Get It How We Get It

I'm everybody gettin' tired of the nickel and dime
Know what I'm
waste no time playa hating on another nigga
Know I'm sayin', get this money man, know what I mean?
See...

I kill for my nigga, die for my
your weak body floating 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, I can't wait no mo'
Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my bro', front me some
See money thirty times a day, still can't to hold
Lower than thirty a month off in a nigga billfold
Now somebody please let me know, what cha' got to show
For when thangs movin' slow, with six grams of blow
ain't nothing but a struggle when you pit of the poor
Hustle and get it in, most my niggas rockin' the boat
The strong survive, the weak die, nigga must stay afloat
Momma still work that 8 to 4 lord, her poor soul
this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go-go
Be it a million sold, woah, get it for sho'

Cause we full-time grinders, hard 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 your brain
And wipe away these thoughts of you ever felt was pain
Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, bloods at your ass
So get face up out the floor
And that it's real
Cause sometimes I feel the only way to is, is just to live
My day by day, in the way I only should
So who the is you to tell me how to live it good
To the that went bad, from dwellin' in your path
To partna' keep a look out for these niggas startin' to
And in a flash, you back at
Under sheets weepin' in your sleep
Like them bitches start that snitchin', I'm a cut you deep
Now a peep, and tell me what you see
It's dem boys dat attic makin' noise in the streets
So don't you come with no hoe shit, or none of that old shit
Me and my niggas out to get it and split it, so duck quick

I put my grind down, I my rhyme up
Ain't no money loss, I it up, who gives a fuck
I'm in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be made
10% in church, oh it's a now
play that dumb 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 up out the hood bro'
I went trapped thang 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 know the deal, they say it's all
They feel what I feel, thats what they need to
A tryin' to live, I gotta pay the bill
I lay these rap songs, to make you a lil'