Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Make That Money

Yeah uh mm it to me
Mmm yeah, mm no no no no

Seems every night
Right I go to sleep
I say a little to the Lord
That he me
I used to be the kinda
That give a
about anybody
The little thing would make me mad
Especially if it my money

And I can't you 'bout the next man
But I love up in big sedans
all my niggas in a caravan
Holla if you me
Now I'd love to break ya, you down and
Take ya back
But that take too much time
And I gotta hit the again

And even if the sun shine
I'll be hustlin'
Gotta make that money make that
it comin', if it takes all night
I can't be
Somebody come me can you tell me why
Is slangin' on my mind
be buggin'
I guess they figured I quite and they
get me if they tapped my line
Don't me nothin', I be hustlin'

Now I hate to be the one to ya
But I don't
Niggas can hate if they to
And I'm still get mine
Yes I'll be ridin' in a SC on dubs and I a
Won't be at none of the club and I a
All your women would who I was and
That you wouldn't

If everybody kept they mind on gettin' scrilla
Won't be no time to fuck mine
So won't be no
I'll just sit back and recline and this Philly
And keep my fingers with diamonds like
Big
But for now me on Compton avenue
a handful of hundreds and a strap or two
Puttin' it down for niggas like told me to
You some candy so won't you come through

And even if the sun shine
still be hustlin'
Gotta make that money that money
Keep it comin' if it all night
I be strugglin'
Somebody come help me can you me why
Is always on my mind
be buggin'
I they figured I would quite and they
Could get me if they my line
me nothin' I still be hustlin'

Sometimes I'm up
Sometimes I'm bummy, lookin' a crook
all nappy and wild we call it the full nuk
Mashin', and thrashin'
Whoopers, and tweeters blastin'
Throbbin', hoggin' and
ballin'

When it's callin' war-rank
Just ride runners fool
Be 'bout your
Sittin' fat like
All about my money, duffel bags of scratch
fire arms and gats

Reep my mill, cap my feddy, get my
Harries on my tail, but I'm tryin' for them, but they want me
'Cuz I it out the game without a clue or trace
Used to sell that
cavvy candy

Never had to stop, enemies on the block, knew it
As far as I was concerned, man I do it
it out

Money
Chis Alberchuck, Philly, Glocks Garcia Vegas
and miles on the pack again
Yes
What you know about
TQ and Fonzarelli A.K.A. Charlie Hustle, easy