Luyện nghe bài hát Get That Money

I know some niggaz merk ya for a quarter birdy
You bitch ass niggaz just be lucky that the boy hurtin'
I got the money to lag and I got that swagger
I'm smokin' I can't pronounce behind them phantom curtains

What is you hollin' bitch, I'm on gangsta shit
She wanna make me dinner, I her make me rich
You with a winner but I come from a little
Hoe but bet I can take that dirt and turn that shit to

I leave the work with her, yeah, she my sitter
And if I find out she for realer I'ma kill her
I'm just a money man so where the at
beat that until them flowers black

She ride on this I make her ride with that
Her pistol in the ceilin' that's her pack
And do I her naw, man I just love her spirit
Blind, deaf or it's money over bitches

Now everybody that I know get that money
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them get that money baby
You get cooked or that blow you the caller, baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that homie whatcha talkin'?

Now everybody that I know get money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or blow you the caller, baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha

So getcha up, take a bitch, break a bitch
her down with work and tell her don't trip, take a trip
Getcha hustle up, the what you make of it
These niggaz it cooked and I done closed down the bakery

So stop stuntin' homie, promotin'
It ain't whatcha makin', it's about what ya totin'
Burn him up and leave him naked, him back to his wife
The bitch even cry 'cause he was livin' that life

These niggaz think I'm slippin' I'm fallin' back
Bitch I got money in the for that
get it from the ground homie hold the hood down and
Don't a sound if them people swing around this bitch

Do ya thang, hustle try to stay low
This is for my old school G's who ain't around this
But shawty they ain't with pops
Let them niggaz that pussy we gon' follow that guap, yeah

Now everybody I know get that money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money
You get that or that blow you the caller, baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout dough homie whatcha talkin'?

Now everybody I know get that money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that baby
You get that or that blow you the caller, baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that homie whatcha talkin'?

Fifty in the garden in the backyard
Money talkin', a key into a crack charge
niggaz ain't eatin' how we eatin' B
Fuck how we to be, now we how we need to be

If they ain't with us they must be us
We shoot 'em in the head 'cause they act they senseless
If you gettin' bread nigga keep yo' distance
We sharks over here nigga on fishin', okay

OK, money, money, is my intuition
Money over such an easy decision
Young money, money men militia
Hard body, these niggaz of tissue

That Nina will kiss ya, that chopper twist ya
380 snapshots, now smile for the pictures
Weezy baby pay me
My to five is overrated, I'm on that grind hoe

Now everybody that I know get money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout hoes get that money baby
You get cooked or that blow you the caller, baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout dough homie whatcha talkin'?

Now everybody that I know get that baby
And we ain't 'bout them hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that blow you the caller,
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie talkin'?