Luyện nghe bài hát Get It How We Get It / Splack - Interlude

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

I kill for my nigga, die for my
Send your 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, til' I can't no mo'

Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my bro', front me dope
See money times a day, still can't seem to hold
Lower than thirty dollars a month off in a nigga
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, like my niggas rockin' the boat
The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must afloat

Momma still that 8 to 4 Lord, bless her poor soul
Turn this dope some lyrics nigga, make it go-go
Be it a sold, woah, gotta get it for sho'

Cause we some full-time grinders, hard hustlas

Get it how we knew it, from the unto the dust
From tracks to traps, to raps
a little round', make it all come back

Now open up your mind, as we unclog your
And wipe these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain
Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at ass

So get face up out the floor
And that it's real
sometimes I feel the only way to survive is, is just to live
My life day by day, in the way I only
So who the hell is you to tell me how to it good
To the good that went bad, from in your path

To partna' a look out for these niggas startin' to blast
And in a flash, you back at
your sheets weepin' in your sleep
Like when them bitches start that snitchin', I'm a cut you
Now take a peep, and tell me you see

dem boys from dat Attic makin' noise in the streets
So don't you with no hoe shit, or none of that old fuck shit

Me and my niggas out to get it and split it, so nigga quick

I put my grind down, I my rhyme up

Ain't no money loss, I sack it up, who gives a
I'm stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be
10% in church, oh it's a now
Don't play that dumb shit, by all sales that I had I need a lil' bit
Oh now you feelin' this, I knew you though
A dirty south nigga straight up out the bro'

I went from trapped thang off in this rap
Bid your clientelle, make a sell, all the same
And once you recognize, no tears from eyes
You do that damn thang, wait for that big
They say they know the deal, they say it's all
They feel what I feel, thats what need to kill

A nigga tryin' to live, I gotta pay the
I lay these rap songs, to make you a lil'