Luyện nghe bài hát Get Money

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

You sip Mo' on my living room flo'
Play Nintendo with Cease and
Pick up my say "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad head in the
Spin my V, all my weed
on tittie saying "B-I-G". Now check it:
You wanna be my main squeeze,
Don'tcha? You want to give me what I need,
Won'tcha picture life as my wife? Just
mink, fat X and O links
Bracelets to match, conversation was all
Showed you the safe combinations and all
you could say you'se the one I trusted
Who would ever think that you would like mustard?
got hot: you sent Feds to my spot
Took me to court, tried to all I got
Another intricate plot, the bitch said I her
"Damn, why she wanna me for my paper?"
My ho, my Versace hottie
Come to find out you was everybody
You about me, the fake ID
Cases in Virginia, in D.C
Woe! Oh is me - that's what I get for
Pay my own bail, to ass-kickin'
Lick in the door, the .44
All you was "Poppa don't hit me no more!"
my clique, my shit's 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
niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get
niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get
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 bitch 6
Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little
Young from the street, guaranteed to stay down
Used to bring work outta on Greyhound
Now I'm Billboard, now press to hit it
Play me a chicken, thinking I'm pressed to get it
Rather do the killing than the jukes
Rather count a while you eat my pussy
Push me to the limit, get my in it
Get me open while I'm down your throat
Then, you be my main squeeze, nigga
Don'tcha? You wanna between my knees, nigga
Don'tcha want to see me whippin' your 3 the Ave
Blow up spots on bitches 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 to hear that shit
Now you wanna buy me diamonds and suits
Adrienne and Chanel 9 boots
that make up for all the games and the lies
Hallmark cards "I apologize"
Is you me? How could 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