Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin' Money Boy

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

They my guts hate your guts why?
I be it big
do it fantastic with fabulous lavoushness
Livin all me
Eyes are kinda
600 an O Z
The best trees in
in my pocket bitch
Wrapped in rubber bands n
Call me if ya got a problem get me we can plan some
Grab the black mask n
Blacked up 4 bags n
Cock the 4 5 up the sky and lets go mash a trick
Or we can do it old and classic and rent out a club
Bring Wyte and the six for the muthafucka and let us it up
Either way we gon get the cheese by doin we know
Four five to yo eye or a crowded show

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