Luyện nghe bài hát Get Money

Big homie
BSM

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

I know mad when I get grindinâ
I know you hate it, itâs all
We out here gettinâ all 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 them long drives, donât sleep
Bitches walking on the blade, that deep money
I was donât talk, just look
on the streets, I was raised by the crooks
Certified street, raised by the book
Street educated, I can tell that you shook,
Every good love a hood nigga
Real real, you ainât a real nigga
takinâ over companies, signing deals
If you wanna build, make a mil, never a meal
Keep your lips sealed
niggas, Tommy Hillfigure
You take care your family, keep it I fuck with ya
Boy, thereâs levels to this
I set fire to that ass like the Devil in bitch
Squad!