Luyện nghe bài hát Get Money

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

You wanna sip Mo' on my living room
Play Nintendo with and Nino
Pick up my say "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad head in the
Spin my V, smoke all my
Tattoo on tittie "B-I-G". Now check it:
You wanna be my squeeze, baby
Don'tcha? You want to give me what I need,
picture life as my wife? Just think
Full-length mink, fat X and O
Bracelets to match, was all that
Showed you the safe and all that
Guess you say you'se the one I trusted
Who would think that you would spread like mustard?
Shit got you sent Feds to my spot
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 ho, my Versace hottie
Come to find out you was fucking
You knew about me, the ID
in Virginia, body in D.C
Woe! Oh is me - what I get for trickin'
Pay my own bail, commence to
in the door, waving the .44
All you was "Poppa don't hit me no more!"
Disrespect my clique, my shit's
Fuck around and her milk box material
You feel me? Sucking dick, running lips
Cause of you, I'm on real "fuck-a-bitch" shit

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

Niggas grab a seat
Grab on your dick as bitch gets deep
Deeper the pussy of a bitch 6 feet
Stiff dicks feel sweet in little petite
Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to down
Used to work outta town on Greyhound
Now I'm Billboard, now niggas to hit it
Play me a chicken, thinking I'm pressed to get it
Rather do the killing than the stick-up
Rather count a million while you eat my
me to the limit, get my feelings in it
Get me while I'm cumming down your throat
Then, you wanna be my squeeze, nigga
Don'tcha? You wanna lick my knees, nigga
Don'tcha want to see me whippin' your 3 the Ave
Blow up spots on because I'm mad
up affairs, lick shots in the air
You get and start swinging everywhere
Me shifty? Now you pistol whip me
Pull out your 9 while I cock on
Yeah, nigga? I ain't got time for this
So what, nigga? I'm not to hear that shit
Now you buy me diamonds and Armani suits
Adrienne Vittadini and Chanel 9
that make up for all the games and the lies
Hallmark saying "I apologize"
Is you with me? How could you deceive me?
But a bitch, motherfucker, believe me
Naw I ain't gay, ain't no lesbo flow
Just a lil to let you motherfuckers know