Luyện nghe bài hát Get Yo Money

It's one in the same as muscle, you're a hustler, ya dig?
And you gotta keep it all the time, man
You ain't even gotta it G
You got too many on your team with you (CyHi!)
What's crazy, is live spots
It be no dope on Sundays, or thots
Because when them folks sliding through
they main days, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays
So you either pick yo days or pick yo 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 roll to put in

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

I'm from the home of the Georgia
We had to Meech if you wanted to order keys
Our blow was from Miami (whew!) enjoy the 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 Portuguese
And y'all like some sittin' ducks just a porch of geese
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, whiter some new veneers
I was supposed to be in school, I think it's my junior year
Cadillac Coupe DeVille, he said, "Remember rules
First you need 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 means you got a 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 they eat is
Had a named Bellow, he used to teach me Kung-Fu
It was ironic 'cause I had to call him
Boy I'm dope, you should put the lighter on the
All I know is drug-lords, kingpins, cats
Funny I'm all of them rehab
Fuck around and relapse when I hear this beat
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 nigga 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 steel sharpens steel, understand me?
Check out cuz, every nigga think he the slickest thing moving
'Til he gets washed in the

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!)

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

See this shit got no love for nobody
You niggas think you poppin' right
You better a back-up plan
Put these fools up on this,
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 your money and get out the
Get your and get out the game (get money!)
Get your money (dollar, bill!)