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

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

I'm from the home of the peach
We had to call Meech if you wanted to keys
Our blow was Miami (whew!) enjoy the Florida 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 they Portuguese
And y'all lookin' like some sittin' ducks a porch of geese
At 17, I was on the run a fugitive
All he gave me was game and I kept it it a souvenir
I swear I seen things come, whiter than some new veneers
I was supposed to be in school, I think like my junior year
Cadillac DeVille, he said, "Remember three rules
you 'gon need a tool and if you pull it, shoot 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,
Just have a bunch of street dudes
Never 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 to teach 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 is drug-lords, kingpins, street cats
I'm all of them niggas rehab
Fuck around and relapse when I hear 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 served a nigga three laps
I be nervous when I rap cause I be thinking the beat
You and your is all bark, I'm talkin' tree sap

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

Get your money and get out the (get money!)
Get your and get out the game
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
Dodge Chargers, mob daughters, trap
Fly swatters, dough stoppers, got
Know mobsters who love murder, like
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 behind the car, give yourself another car length
Can't let 'em box you in, that's how 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
you in the club leave your pistol on the car rim
My OG's retired, that's why the police never caught them
So get your money and get out, that's the gem

See this ain't got no love for nobody
You niggas think you poppin' now?
You have a back-up plan
Put these up on this, CyHi
only three ways out this shit
Dead, or get your legal hustle 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 money and get out the game
Get your money and get out the (get money!)
Get your (dollar, dollar bill!)