Luyện nghe bài hát Get Money

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

You wanna sip Mo' on my living room
Play Nintendo with Cease and
Pick up my say "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad head in the
Spin my V, smoke all my
on tittie saying "B-I-G". Now check it:
You wanna be my squeeze, baby
Don'tcha? You to give me what I need, baby
Won'tcha picture as my wife? Just think
mink, fat X and O links
Bracelets to match, was all that
Showed you the safe and all that
you could say you'se the one I trusted
Who would ever think that you would spread mustard?
Shit got you sent Feds to my spot
me to court, tried to take all I got
Another intricate plot, the said I raped her
"Damn, why she stick me for my paper?"
My Moschino ho, my Versace
to find out you was fucking everybody
You knew about me, the ID
in Virginia, body in D.C
Woe! Oh is me - that's what I get for
Pay my own bail, commence to
in the door, waving the .44
All you heard was "Poppa hit me no more!"
Disrespect my clique, my imperial
Fuck around and made her box material
You feel me? Sucking dick, your lips
Cause of you, I'm on real "fuck-a-bitch" shit

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

Niggas better a seat
Grab on your dick as this bitch deep
Deeper than the of a bitch 6 feet
Stiff dicks sweet in this little petite
Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay
Used to bring outta town on Greyhound
Now I'm Billboard, now press to hit it
Play me a chicken, thinking I'm pressed to get it
do the killing than the stick-up jukes
Rather count a while you eat my pussy
Push me to the limit, get my in it
Get me open while I'm cumming your throat
Then, you wanna be my squeeze, nigga
Don'tcha? You wanna lick my knees, nigga
Don'tcha want to see me your 3 down the Ave
Blow up on bitches because I'm mad
up affairs, lick shots in the air
You get and start swinging everywhere
Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol me
Pull out your 9 while I 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
Vittadini and Chanel 9 boots
Things that make up for all the games and the
cards saying "I apologize"
Is you me? How could you ever deceive me?
But payback's a bitch, motherfucker, me
Naw I ain't gay, this no lesbo flow
Just a lil to let you motherfuckers know