Luyện nghe bài hát Get Yo Money

It's one in the as muscle, you're 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 team you (CyHi!)
crazy, is real live spots
It don't be no on Sundays, or thots
that's when them folks sliding through
Them they days, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays
So you either pick yo days or yo battles right, cuz
Shit, nigga look up and be
People straight just and smuggling
All you gotta do is make sure that shit hit safe
And you gon have a bank to put in

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

I'm from the 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' and broke it down to all quarter P's
Don't run off with the pack, my nigga, we to torture thieves
Immigrant killers, huh, I think they
And y'all lookin' like some sittin' ducks just a porch of
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 them things come, whiter than some 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 need a tool and if you pull it, to kill
Never shit where you lay, don't bring that work to the
Clique of killers, that means you got a weak crew
You some corporate gangsters,
Just can't a bunch of street dudes
gang-bang but I can call 'em if I need to
My homies was crippin' so hard, all they eat is
Had a manager 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 on the teaspoon
All I know is drug-lords, kingpins, cats
I'm all of them niggas rehab
Fuck around and relapse when I hear this slap
Just on Road alone, I was servin' like three traps
I was deep in the game, I'm talkin' to my caps
If a was a mile, I just served a nigga three laps
I be nervous when I rap cause I be thinking the beat
You and your dogs is all bark, I'm talkin' 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 money 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!)

Yeah, Godfathers, top shotters, robbers
Outsiders, box riders, God got us
Dodge Chargers, mob daughters, trap
Fly swatters, stoppers, got choppers
mobsters who love murder, like soccer
Light talker, put in work, night
Might off ya, good shooter, propper
dropper, street ties, white collar
I done it all, I was taught by the mob
When you stop behind the car, yourself another car length
Can't let 'em box you in, that's how they did Pac
Only your friends as far as you can toss them
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, that's the gem

See this ain't got no love for nobody
You niggas you poppin' right now?
You better have a plan
Put these up on this, CyHi
There's three 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 money and get out the game (get money!)
Get money and get out the game
Get your and get out the game (get money!)
Get your money (dollar, bill!)