Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop

You ever something
That you know you shouldn't
But the you know you shouldn't have it
The more you it?
And one day, you get it, and it's so good to you
We got the straight everybody know
the money at, tell me where to go
Niggas jokin', hundred rounds hit your funny
Life short, nigga, but my money
Grind for years, nigga to fly to Belize
Homie want a mill, but he caught a hundred years
Gettin' more money 'cuz I less
I'mma ball, double R on my head
and Diddy got a nigga all illuminated
Fornicatin', get your bitch lubricated
from the bottom, now a nigga packin' fields
Came from the bottom, now the house on the
Can you see me ho? Bitch can you see me
Got me on my Pac
When I caught my first lick, lookin' back
30 on, lookin' like a turtle neck
I see you broke
You wanna hit dough
You went the grain
Nigga watch you choke
In the of the greatest, so humbling
Boy, Bad Boy, and the double M
Reachin' for the stars, but my feet so
Speak to the boss, nigga, don't around me
the Frank Mueller, I'm a sharpshooter
Can't jerk me homie, I let your do that
I'm still affiliated them brick dealers
Affiliated with them niggas trynna millions
You thousandaires
Fuckin' with the dream team, need a thousand
Pyrex boy, Montana, Straight
Put them feelings to the side
You say ready, but you not ready
We got the droppin' everybody know
Where money at, tell me where to go