Luyện nghe bài hát Get Yo Money

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

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

I'm the home of the Georgia peach
We had to call Meech if you wanted to keys
Our blow was from (whew!) enjoy 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 they
And lookin' like some sittin' ducks just a porch of geese
At 17, I was on the run with a
All he gave me was and I kept it like it a souvenir
I swear I seen them things come, whiter than new veneers
I was supposed to be in school, I think it's my junior year
Coupe DeVille, he said, "Remember three rules
First you 'gon a tool and if you pull it, shoot to kill
Never shit where you lay, bring that work to the crib
Clique full of killers, that you got a weak crew
You need some 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 should put the on the teaspoon
All I know is drug-lords, kingpins, street
Funny I'm all of niggas rehab
Fuck around and relapse when I this beat slap
Just on Briarcliff Road alone, I was servin' three traps
I was deep in the game, I'm talkin' to my knee
If a cutie was a mile, I just served a three laps
I be when I rap cause I be thinking 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 this out cuz, nigga think he the slickest thing moving
'Til he gets washed in the

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

Yeah, Godfathers, top shotters, robbers
Outsiders, box riders, God got us
Chargers, mob daughters, trap houses
Fly swatters, dough stoppers, got
Know who love murder, like soccer
Light talker, put in work, walker
Might off ya, good shooter, knife
Dice dropper, ties, white collar
I seen it all, I was taught by the mob
When you stop behind the car, yourself another car length
let 'em box you in, that's how they did Pac them
Only trust your friends as far as you can toss
And you a boss if you ain't ever took a loss, pimp
When you in the club leave pistol 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 think you poppin' right now?
You better have a back-up
Put these fools up on this,
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, ranch
Studios, me?

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