Luyện nghe bài hát Get Money

Big homie
BSM

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

I youâre mad when I get grindinâ
I you hate it, itâs all good
We out here all this paper
I know you mad, you you could
Get money, get money, get

Please get it confused, this is rap money
Mixed with a little money
Iâm talkinâ âbout long drives, donât sleep money
Bitches walking on the blade, that deep money
I was told donât talk, just
on the streets, I was raised by the crooks
Certified street, never raised by the
educated, I can tell that you shook, rapper
Every good girl love a nigga
Real recognize real, you ainât a real
Iâm takinâ over companies, signing
If you build, make a mil, never skip a meal
your lips sealed nigga
Fuck niggas, 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!