Luyện nghe bài hát Get Money

Big homie
BSM

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

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

Please donât get it confused, is rap money
Mixed a little street money
Iâm talkinâ âbout long drives, donât sleep money
walking on the blade, that dirty deep money
I was told donât talk, just
Family on the streets, I was raised by the
Certified street, raised by the book
Street educated, I can that you shook, rapper
good girl love a hood nigga
Real recognize real, you ainât a nigga
Iâm takinâ over companies, deals
If you wanna build, make a mil, skip a meal
Keep your lips nigga
niggas, Tommy Hillfigure
You take care your family, keep it real I with ya
Boy, thereâs to this shit
I set fire to ass like the Devil in this bitch
Squad!