Luyện nghe bài hát Get Money

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

You wanna sip Mo' on my living flo'
Play Nintendo with and Nino
up my phone say "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad head in the
Spin my V, smoke all my
Tattoo on 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 life as my wife? Just
Full-length mink, fat X and O
to match, conversation was all that
Showed you the safe combinations and all
Guess you say you'se the one I trusted
Who would ever think that you would spread mustard?
Shit got hot: you sent Feds to my
Took me to court, to take all I got
intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her
"Damn, why she stick me for my paper?"
My Moschino ho, my hottie
Come to out you was fucking everybody
You about me, the fake ID
in Virginia, body in D.C
Woe! Oh is me - that's I get for trickin'
Pay my own bail, commence to
Lick in the door, the .44
All you heard was "Poppa hit me no more!"
my clique, my shit's imperial
Fuck and made her milk box material
You feel me? dick, running your lips
Cause of you, I'm on some real "fuck-a-bitch"

bitches, get money
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 gets
Deeper than the pussy of a 6 feet
dicks feel sweet in this little petite
Young from the street, guaranteed to stay down
Used to work outta town on Greyhound
Now I'm Billboard, now niggas to hit it
Play me like a chicken, I'm pressed to get it
Rather do the killing the stick-up jukes
Rather count a million 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 main squeeze,
Don'tcha? You lick between my knees, nigga
Don'tcha want to see me your 3 down the Ave
Blow up spots on because I'm mad
Break up affairs, lick in the air
You get vexed and start everywhere
Me shifty? Now you wanna whip me
Pull out your 9 while I cock on
Yeah, what nigga? I ain't got for this
So what, nigga? I'm not trying to that shit
Now you wanna buy me diamonds and suits
Adrienne Vittadini and Chanel 9
Things that make up for all the games and the
cards saying "I apologize"
Is you with me? How you ever deceive me?
But a bitch, motherfucker, believe me
Naw I ain't gay, this no lesbo flow
Just a lil something to let you know