Luyện nghe bài hát Get Yo Money

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

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

I'm from the home of the peach
We had to call if you wanted to order keys
Our blow was from Miami (whew!) enjoy the Florida
Got a Zo' pound and broke it to all quarter P's
Don't run off with the pack, my nigga, we to torture thieves
Immigrant killers, huh, I they Portuguese
And y'all lookin' like some sittin' ducks just a porch of
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, than some new veneers
I was to be in school, I think it's like my junior year
Coupe DeVille, he said, "Remember three rules
First you 'gon need a tool and if you pull it, to kill
Never shit you lay, don't bring that work to the crib
Clique full of killers, that means you got a weak
You need corporate gangsters,
can't have a bunch of street dudes
Never gang-bang but I can call 'em if I 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 'cause I had to him Sifu
Boy I'm dope, you put the lighter on the teaspoon
All I know is drug-lords, kingpins, street
I'm all of them niggas rehab
Fuck around and relapse I hear this beat slap
Just on Briarcliff Road alone, I was servin' three traps
I was deep in the game, I'm to my knee caps
If a cutie was a mile, I just served a three laps
I be nervous when I rap cause I be the beat tap-pin'
You and your is all bark, I'm talkin' tree sap

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

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

Yeah, Godfathers, top shotters, block
Outsiders, box riders, God got us
Chargers, mob daughters, trap houses
Fly swatters, stoppers, got choppers
Know mobsters who murder, like soccer
Light talker, put in work, night
off ya, good shooter, knife propper
Dice dropper, street ties, collar
I done seen it all, I was by the mob
When you stop behind the car, give yourself another car
Can't let 'em box you in, that's how they did Pac
Only trust your friends as far as you can them
And you ain't a boss if you ain't ever 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 money and get out, that's the lost gem

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

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