Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It 100

it a 100
Uhh

Somebody told me rules the world
I you heard that shit
Money's the to all evil
and murder shit
I slaved away for ten hours a day at work and just got my check but the ATM isn't working, shit
Oh, it go
Damn, it's hot as
Punch in a pin and grab a hundred dollar bill
I snatched it up and went to my wheels
Hit up the plug and said "I know you got some bud, I need that some pills"
Meet me outside the gas station on Park Ave, be waiting
Then put the cash in the compartment as I sat waiting
Damn, yo where's this at?
Bout to light a while I ...
Oh, he go
Open up the glove and told em to light this
Come around and drive inside and, act like we ain't making a transaction
that (what up, what up)
I dapped him up and got to
He crinkled it up, off and put it in his pocket
Off to the strip with some drinks and some orders
He pull that hundred out his pocket, the corners
Stageside, watching one bitch shaking and twirling
it open all exotic and maybe she's foreign
She eye contact
She got on eye
She sees Benjamin Frank, she keep her eyes on that
She's thinking "I that"
He takes a sip of his
She over, he slaps her ass and puts some ones in her crack
He whispers in her ear "How long are you
Tell me you
Oh, you got a
Fuck, I care
Tell him I'm
my name as Susan in your contacts
And your relationship, I ain't worried about that
Can I use that red marker,
Let me my number on this hundred for you
Make sure you hit me up when your can't do nothing for you
(508)-507-2209"
She got home and opened her purse as soon as she to the door
Counting them dollars, smoking while she sit on the floor
I don't think she like how this shit her feel
But you gotta do what you gotta do when it's for paying bills
For
She get high now, uhh
Grab the off the floor, she feeling alive now, uhh
Few grams of on the table
the right now, uhh
She rolled a up and stuck it up her nose like
what she call heaven's door
That's what she call White, the white without seven dwarfs
She throw a hundred at her purse and headed down to the store
She blunts for the gas
She gas for the Ford
She needed eggs and dill
She cheese and some milk
She needed

What what number is
I what number is that on the bill, what is that?
Yes, in red, it's like a number
What is
mind

Aye aye, don't you one muthafucking move
that register
I know you don't need my
Hurry the up, look
Don't me repeat myself
Gimme the cash, follow instructions, don't be fucking
Cause I'd hate to kill you over stupid
Now me the bread and place your hands on top of your head
Take my advice
Turn around and count to a hundred if you your life

Now it a 100
Uhh, it a 100
Yeah, it a 100
One
it a 100

Yo
Somebody me money rules the world
I know you heard that
Money's the root to all
Blessings and shit
He put hundred inside of collection plate on Sunday too
Hope that it'll take your sins
Maybe soon
But anyway covered the plate and just continued praying
After the pastor opened it up and started saying
"Lord forgive me but I need this, I've been static"
And he grabbed the hundred off the top and staring at it
Held it up to see if it's real or
Then looked to make sure nobody was looking
And then he it

Off to the streets with the
Off to go find him a
A bucks in the dash and now he riding the course
He see bitch on the corner
He her hop in the car
And she opened the door
Come on bitch, yo hurry the up
I tryna get caught up"
Then continued his stuff
for a spot in the cut
How for head?
A
Now how much for
A
Damn, a
Come on, not a lot

Why you
Nah, I'm saying, that's a lot, bitch
Like calm down, damn
Now she making eye
She got on eye
She see Benjamin Frank
She keep her eyes on
She's thinking "I that"
He pulls his out his pants
"Ooh God, good"
Transaction
And she went back to the
Back to the cash at the
She back to get back on her
And she like how this shit make her feel
But you gotta do what you gotta do it's time for paying bills
For
She wanna retire soon, she to God

She looked up and the hand of God
Oh my God
she had a pimp
That nigga looking for her ass for days
Took every single and left her eye black and gray
He be on the corner jamming drunk that-a-way
7-Eleven gambling all his cash away, yup
Some say that money the world
I know you that shit
Money the to all evil
and murder shit
Yeah, that just lost that hundred dollars in that dice game
He said "I just bet that shit on tonight's game"
Whatever nigga, nice
The homie who won it off with the hundred
Then opened up his
Stuck it inside and put it in his pocket
stomping and running
Feeling so good, started and jumping
flopping and rumbling
His eyes is as big as his
No stopping him from the
jogging, skipping around
Till his wallet on the ground
A sticking halfway out
In the back of a halfway
For like three
So don't ask me how
it
A homeless man by
Sees a wallet, his eyes
And then grabs it, opens to what's inside and to a surprise
It's
A couple dollars, a hundred bill some writing
A written in red
If he had a phone he call, but he doesn't
So he "fuck it, it's mine"
And I'm hungry and thirsty
I want some beer, a beef
Maybe some ten percent
And if the store's open, I need cigarettes too

He into the same store on the block
so happen to be the same exact store that got robbed
What a
shit is just as weird as I thought
The clerk rang him out and
"That'll be eighteen, twenty-five"
And then he that hundred out with the red number written on top
And then stopped

Yo wassup, is Joyner
I'm unable to take call right now
Leave me a brief and I'll get back to you, peace

Mr. Lucas, Officer Michael with the police department
Trying to get a hold of you now, this is the time calling
I need to speak to you with regards to some serious
You need to get back to me as as possible
Or we'll be showing up at your door about 10 officers and some handcuffs.
is yours