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 even gotta keep it G
You got too many gangsters on your with you (CyHi!)
crazy, is real live spots
It be no dope on Sundays, or thots
that's when them folks sliding through
Them they days, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays
So you either yo days or pick yo battles right, cuz
Shit, nigga up and be lost
People just moving and smuggling
All you gotta do is make sure that 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 money and get out the
Get money...

I'm the home of the Georgia peach
We had to call if you wanted to order keys
Our was from Miami (whew!) enjoy the Florida breeze
Got a Zo' pound and broke it down to all P's
Don't run off with the pack, my nigga, we used to thieves
Immigrant killers, huh, I think they
And y'all lookin' some sittin' ducks just a porch of geese
At 17, I was on the run with a
All he gave me was game and I kept it it a souvenir
I swear I seen them come, whiter than some new veneers
I was supposed to be in school, I think it's like my year
Cadillac Coupe DeVille, he said, "Remember rules
First you 'gon need a tool and if you pull it, shoot to
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 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, cats
Funny I'm all of them rehab
Fuck around and when I hear this beat slap
Just on Briarcliff alone, I was servin' like three traps
I was in the game, I'm talkin' to my knee caps
If a cutie was a mile, I just served a nigga three
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 sharpens steel, me?
Check this out cuz, every think he the slickest thing moving
'Til he gets in the game

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

Yeah, Godfathers, top shotters, block
Outsiders, box riders, God got us
Dodge Chargers, mob daughters, trap
Fly swatters, stoppers, got choppers
Know who love murder, like soccer
Light talker, put in work, night
Might off ya, good shooter, knife
dropper, street ties, white collar
I done seen it all, I was by the mob
When you stop behind the car, 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 if you ain't 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 caught
So get your money and get out, that's the gem

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

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