Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin' Money Boy

You see me on them 24s fuckin up
These suckas hate my guts cause i that batter up
Im gettin boy
Im money boy
Im money boy
Im money boy
I a K or a sawed off in my hand
I my stacks wrapped up in them rubber bands
Im money boy
Im gettin boy
Im gettin boy
Im gettin boy

They hate my guts hate your guts
I be it big
Gotta do it fantastic with lavoushness
Livin all me
are kinda cloudy
600 an O Z
The trees in cali
Money in my bitch
Wrapped in bands n shit
Call me if ya got a get me we can plan some shit
Grab the mask n shit
Blacked up 4 n shit
Cock the 4 5 up the sky and lets go mash a trick
Or we can do it old fassion and and rent out a club
Wyte and the six for the muthafucka and let us tear it up
Either way we gon get the cheese by doin we know
Four to yo eye or a crowded rowdy show

I get money like collecters
I like wheel reflectors
You can talk all the trash you want ive been sprayed with hater
I been bakin in for breakfast with steak as the appetizer
And Three Six just happens to be my financial advisor
I whip black and lay pop Os and Rolls Royces
I done been up in a bitch sequel to choices
I get calls other movie producers wanna use my music
And you better believe if i let em i get paid for it
I be tokin on some killa
True and togethers trill
Considerin im the token will i kill it? yes i will
Lil Wytes the ya bitch
Put in yo manuscript
Makin cheese and clockin
Im talkin as real as it gets