Luyện nghe bài hát Get Money

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

You wanna sip Mo' on my living room
Nintendo with Cease and Nino
Pick up my say "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad in the morn'
Spin my V, smoke all my
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,
picture life as my wife? Just think
Full-length mink, fat X and O
to match, conversation was all that
Showed you the combinations and all that
you could say you'se the one I trusted
Who would ever think that you would like mustard?
Shit got hot: you sent to my spot
Took me to court, to take 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 fucking
You about me, the fake ID
Cases in Virginia, in D.C
Woe! Oh is me - what 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!"
Disrespect my clique, my imperial
around and made her milk box material
You feel me? Sucking dick, running lips
Cause of you, I'm on some "fuck-a-bitch" shit

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

Niggas better a seat
Grab on your dick as this bitch gets
than the pussy 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 niggas to hit it
me like a chicken, thinking I'm pressed to get it
Rather do the killing than the 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 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 because I'm mad
up affairs, lick shots in the air
You get and start swinging everywhere
Me shifty? Now you pistol whip me
out your 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 buy me diamonds and Armani suits
Adrienne and Chanel 9 boots
Things make up for all the games and the lies
cards saying "I apologize"
Is you with me? How could you ever me?
But payback's a bitch, motherfucker, me
Naw I ain't gay, ain't no lesbo flow
Just a lil something to let you motherfuckers