Luyện nghe bài hát Get Money

Big homie
BSM

Automatics and games
We was money till the Feds came
Big Daddy on my clothes and you could still smell raw cocaine
my family have survived without cocaine?
We thank God that blow came
Walkinâ the rain without a coat
Livinâ a... prove, hope that we all make it out to get...
how I paint these pictures
My so relentless, vicious
Eat food, do your dishes
Now all your familyâs left with is and pictures
niggas, fuck bitches
Fuck niggas, bitches
Get money, stack
I wish they act wrong, even act
I got bitches thatâll die, killers thatâll for me

I know youâre mad I get grindinâ
I you hate it, itâs all good
We out here gettinâ all paper
I know you mad, you wish you
Get money, get money, get

donât get it confused, this is rap money
Mixed with a little street
Iâm talkinâ âbout them drives, donât sleep money
Bitches walking on the blade, dirty deep money
I was told talk, just look
Family on the streets, I was raised by the
Certified street, never raised by the
Street educated, I can that you shook, rapper
good girl love a hood nigga
Real real, you ainât a real nigga
Iâm over companies, signing deals
If you wanna build, make a mil, skip a meal
Keep your lips nigga
Fuck niggas, Hillfigure
You take care your family, keep it real I with ya
Boy, thereâs levels to shit
I set fire to that ass like the in this bitch
Squad!