Luyện nghe bài hát Get Money

Fuck bitches, get
Fuck niggas, get
bitches, get money
Fuck niggas, get
Fuck bitches, get
niggas, get money

You wanna sip Mo' on my room flo'
Play Nintendo Cease and Nino
up my phone say "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad head in the
my V, smoke all my weed
Tattoo on tittie saying "B-I-G". Now it:
You be my main squeeze, baby
You want to give me what I need, baby
Won'tcha picture life as my wife? think
Full-length mink, fat X and O
Bracelets to match, was all that
Showed you the combinations and all that
Guess you could say you'se the one I
Who would ever that you would spread like mustard?
Shit got hot: you sent Feds to my
me to court, tried to take all I got
Another plot, the bitch said I raped her
"Damn, why she stick me for my paper?"
My ho, my Versace hottie
Come to out you was fucking everybody
You knew me, the fake ID
Cases in Virginia, in D.C
Woe! Oh is me - that's I get for trickin'
Pay my own bail, to ass-kickin'
in the door, waving the .44
All you was "Poppa don't hit me no more!"
my clique, my shit's imperial
Fuck and made her milk box material
You feel me? Sucking dick, your lips
Cause of you, I'm on some real "fuck-a-bitch"

bitches, get money
Fuck niggas, get
Fuck bitches, get
Fuck niggas, get
bitches, get money
niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get
niggas, get money

Niggas better grab a
on your dick as this bitch gets deep
Deeper than the pussy of a 6 feet
Stiff dicks feel sweet in this petite
bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down
Used to work outta town on Greyhound
Now I'm Billboard, now press to hit it
me like a chicken, thinking I'm pressed to get it
Rather do the killing the stick-up jukes
Rather a million while you eat my pussy
Push me to the limit, get my in it
Get me open while I'm cumming down throat
Then, you be my main squeeze, nigga
You wanna lick between my knees, nigga
Don'tcha want to see me whippin' your 3 the Ave
Blow up on bitches because I'm mad
Break up affairs, shots in the air
You get vexed and start everywhere
Me Now you wanna pistol whip me
Pull out 9 while I cock on mine
Yeah, what nigga? I got time for this
So what, nigga? I'm not trying to hear that
Now you buy me diamonds and Armani suits
Adrienne Vittadini and Chanel 9
Things make up for all the games and the lies
Hallmark cards "I apologize"
Is you with me? How could you ever me?
But a bitch, motherfucker, believe me
Naw I ain't gay, this ain't no lesbo
Just a lil something to let you motherfuckers