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 root to all
and murder shit
I slaved away for ten hours a day at and just finally got my check but the ATM isn't working, shit
Oh, it go
Damn, it's hot as
Punch in a pin code and a hundred dollar bill
I it up and went back to my wheels
Hit up the plug and "I know you got some bud, I need that with some pills"
Meet me outside the gas station on Park Ave, I'll be
Then put the cash in the glove as I sat waiting
Damn, yo this nigga at?
to light a cigarette while I ...
Oh, he go
Open up the compartment and told em to light this
Come around and drive inside and, act like we ain't making a transaction
Take that (what up, up)
I him up and got to sliding
He crinkled it up, off and put it in his pocket
Off to the strip club some drinks and some orders
He that hundred out his pocket, uncrinkled the corners
Stageside, watching this one shaking and twirling
Busted it open all exotic and she's foreign
She eye contact
She got on eye
She sees that Benjamin Frank, she keep her on that
thinking "I want that"
He a sip of his glass
She bend over, he slaps her ass and puts some in her crack
He in her ear "How long are you here?
Tell me you
Oh, you got a
Fuck, I don't
him I'm queer
Save my name as in your contacts
And fuck your relationship, I ain't worried about
Can I use red marker, sir?
Let me write my number on hundred for you
Make you hit me up when your boyfriend can't do nothing for you
(508)-507-2209"
She got home and opened her purse as soon as she to the door
Counting dollars, smoking tree while she sit on the floor
I don't think she like how this shit make her
But you gotta do what you gotta do it's time for paying bills
For
She get high now, uhh
the Benjamin off the floor, she feeling alive now, uhh
Few of coke on the table
That's the now, uhh
She rolled a hundred up and stuck it up her nose
That's what she heaven's door
That's what she call Snow White, the white without seven
She throw a hundred back at her and headed down to the store
She blunts for the gas
She needed gas for the
She needed and some dill
She needed cheese and some
She change

What what number is
I said what number is that on the bill, what is
Yes, in red, like a phone number
What is
Never

Aye aye, you make one muthafucking move
Empty register
I know you need my help
the fuck up, look
Don't make me repeat
Gimme the cash, follow instructions, don't be fucking
Cause I'd hate to kill you over stupid
Now hand me the and place your hands on top of your head
Take my advice
around and count to a hundred if you love 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 you heard that shit
Money's the root to all
Blessings and shit
He put that hundred inside of collection on Sunday too
Hope that take away your sins
someday soon
But they covered the plate and just continued praying
After church the pastor opened it up and started
"Lord forgive me but I need this, been really static"
And he grabbed the hundred off the top and started at it
Held it up to see if real or fake
Then around 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 some on the corner
He her hop in the car
And she opened the door
Come on bitch, yo hurry the up
I ain't get caught up"
Then driving his stuff
for a spot in the cut
How for head?
A
Now how for sex?
A
Damn, a
on, that's not a lot

Why you
Nah, I'm just saying, that's a lot,
Like calm down, damn
Now she eye contact
She got on eye
She see that Frank
She her eyes on that
thinking "I want that"
He his dick out his pants
"Ooh God, good"
Transaction
And she went to the streets
Back to the at the leash
She back to get back on her
And she don't how this shit make her feel
But you gotta do what you gotta do when it's time for bills
For
She wanna retire soon, she to God

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

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

Yo wassup, this is
I'm unable to take your call now
me a brief message and I'll get back to you, peace

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