Luyện nghe bài hát Get Yo Money

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

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

I'm from the home of the Georgia
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 to all quarter P's
run off with the pack, my nigga, we used to torture thieves
Immigrant killers, huh, I think they
And y'all lookin' like some ducks just a porch of geese
At 17, I was on the run a fugitive
All he gave me was game and I 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 year
Cadillac DeVille, he said, "Remember three rules
First you 'gon need a and if you pull it, shoot to kill
Never shit where you lay, bring that work to the crib
Clique of killers, that means you got a weak crew
You need corporate gangsters,
Just can't a bunch of street dudes
Never gang-bang but I can 'em if I need to
My was crippin' so hard, all they eat is seafood
Had a manager named Bellow, he to teach me Kung-Fu
It was 'cause I had to call him Sifu
Boy I'm dope, you should put the on the teaspoon
All I know is drug-lords, kingpins, street
I'm all of them niggas rehab
Fuck around and relapse when I hear this slap
Just on Briarcliff Road alone, I was servin' like traps
I was deep in the game, I'm to my knee caps
If a was a mile, I just served a nigga three laps
I be nervous I rap cause I be thinking the beat tap-pin'
You and your dogs is all bark, I'm tree sap

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

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

See this shit ain't got no love for
You niggas think you poppin' now?
You better have a plan
Put fools up on this, CyHi
There's only three ways out 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 money (dollar, dollar bill!)