Luyện nghe bài hát Get Yo Money

It's one in the same as muscle, you're a great hustler, ya
And you gotta keep it all the time, man
You ain't even keep it G
You got too many gangsters on team with you (CyHi!)
What's crazy, is live spots
It don't be no dope on Sundays, or
Because that's when them folks through
Them main days, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays
So you either pick yo or pick yo battles right, cuz
Shit, nigga up and be lost
People just moving and smuggling
All you gotta do is sure that shit hit that safe
And you gon have a bank to put in

Get money and get out the game
Get your and get out the game
Get your and get out the game
Get money...

I'm from the home of the Georgia
We had to call Meech if you wanted to keys
Our blow was from Miami (whew!) enjoy the breeze
Got a Zo' pound and broke it to all quarter P's
run off with the pack, my nigga, we used to torture thieves
Immigrant killers, huh, I think they
And y'all lookin' like sittin' ducks just a porch of geese
At 17, I was on the run a fugitive
All he me was game and I kept it like it a souvenir
I swear I seen them things come, whiter some new veneers
I was supposed to be in school, I think like my junior year
Cadillac Coupe DeVille, he said, "Remember three
First you 'gon need a tool and if you pull it, to kill
Never shit where you lay, don't bring that work to the
Clique full of killers, means you got a weak crew
You need some gangsters,
Just can't a bunch of street dudes
gang-bang but I can call 'em if I need to
My homies was crippin' so hard, all eat is seafood
Had a manager named Bellow, he used to me Kung-Fu
It was ironic I had to call him Sifu
Boy I'm dope, you should put the on the teaspoon
All I know is drug-lords, kingpins, street
Funny I'm all of them niggas
Fuck around and when I hear this beat slap
on Briarcliff Road alone, I was servin' like three traps
I was deep in the game, I'm talkin' to my knee
If a cutie was a mile, I just a nigga three laps
I be nervous when I rap cause I be the beat tap-pin'
You and your dogs is all bark, I'm talkin' sap

Dig this, man man like steel sharpens steel, understand me?
Check this out cuz, every nigga think he the slickest moving
'Til he washed in the game

Get your and get out the game (get money!)
Get your money and get out the
Get your and get out the game (get money!)
Get your money (dollar, bill!)

Yeah, Godfathers, top shotters, robbers
Outsiders, box riders, God got us
Chargers, mob daughters, trap houses
Fly swatters, dough stoppers, got
Know mobsters who love murder, soccer
Light talker, put in work, night
off ya, good shooter, knife propper
Dice dropper, street ties, collar
I seen it all, I was taught by the mob
When you stop the car, give yourself another car length
Can't let 'em box you in, how they did Pac them
Only trust friends as far as you can toss them
And you ain't a boss if you ain't took a loss, pimp
When you in the club leave your on the car rim
My OG's done retired, why the police never caught them
So get your money and get out, the lost gem

See this shit ain't got no love for
You niggas think you poppin' now?
You have a back-up plan
Put these up on this, CyHi
There's only three ways out this
Dead, jail or get legal hustle on
I'm talkin' car-washes, barbershops,
App-stores, gyms, juice, clubs, shops
Studios, me?

Get money and get out the game (get money!)
Get money and get out the game
Get money and get out the game (get money!)
Get money (dollar, dollar bill!)