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 gotta it G
You got too many gangsters on your team you (CyHi!)
What's crazy, is real live
It don't be no dope on Sundays, or
that's when them folks sliding through
Them they days, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays
So you either pick yo days or pick yo right, cuz
Shit, nigga up and be lost
People straight just moving and
All you gotta do is sure that shit hit that safe
And you gon have a roll to put in

Get money and get out the game
Get your and get out the game
Get money 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!) the Florida breeze
Got a Zo' pound and it down to all quarter P's
Don't run off with the pack, my nigga, we used to thieves
Immigrant killers, huh, I think Portuguese
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 it's like my junior
Cadillac DeVille, he said, "Remember three rules
First you need a tool and if you pull it, shoot to kill
Never where you lay, don't bring that work to the crib
Clique full of killers, means you got a weak crew
You some corporate gangsters,
Just can't have a bunch of street
Never but I can call 'em if I need to
My homies was crippin' so hard, all eat is seafood
Had a named Bellow, he used to teach me Kung-Fu
It was ironic 'cause I had to him Sifu
Boy I'm dope, you should put the on the teaspoon
All I know is drug-lords, kingpins, cats
I'm all of them niggas rehab
Fuck around and relapse when I hear beat slap
Just on Briarcliff Road alone, I was servin' three traps
I was in the game, I'm talkin' to my knee caps
If a was a mile, I just served 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 out cuz, every nigga think he the slickest thing moving
he gets washed in the game

Get your and get out the game (get money!)
Get your and get out the game
Get money 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
talker, put in work, night walker
Might off ya, good shooter, propper
Dice dropper, street ties, white
I done it all, I was taught by the mob
When you stop behind the car, yourself another car length
Can't let 'em box you in, that's how they did Pac
Only trust your as far as you can toss them
And you ain't a boss if you ever took a loss, pimp
When you in the club leave your on the car rim
My OG's done retired, that's why the police never them
So get your and get out, that's the lost gem

See this shit ain't got no for nobody
You niggas think you poppin' right
You better have a plan
Put these fools up on this,
There's only ways out this shit
Dead, jail or get your hustle on
I'm car-washes, barbershops, real-estate
App-stores, gyms, juice, clubs, shops
Studios, me?

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