Luyện nghe bài hát Long Money

Hook: on the roof, ugly hoes don't get the time of day
Cheifin on some smell the reefa from a mile away
Pistol in my coupe, try my troops get blown away
Gucci Mane got long, bitch, all I gots to say
Mane got long money, thats what them bitches say [x3]
I aint even talk my money conversates

Verse 1: Bitches think I got a tree, I drown the bitch with money
Ferrari them bumble bees, Four Giovanna sittin up under it

"How many karats in that bracelet, baby?" I about 200
Plus I hit the club with 50k lets that shit 100

I got a couple houses several spouses in my pent smoking ounces
Came up selling keys and ounce, half a pound watch golden

My pants sag weigh em down, usta catch the train and go downtown
Just to walk around and shop now I shut the mall down in every town

time I hit the scene fresher then I wanna be cover of the magazines, back of the limousines
Stacks in my denim jeans, gonna remember me

Fo' fifty ship to me from italy, six 12 sittin outside the facilities
911 Gucci's ice killing me

Came along way from dealing
Waking up rich is a great

mill stashed for my grandchildren
Just hand counted me a coo' million

Up on em, pull up on em, like a bird drop low and on em
Pissed em, spit on em, them haters Gucci got rich on em

Hook: Jacuzzi on the roof, ugly hoes don't get the of day
Cheifin on some sativa smell the reefa from a mile
Pistol in my coupe, try my troops get blown away
Gucci Mane got long, bitch, thats all I to say
Gucci Mane got long money, thats them bitches say [x3]
I even gotta talk my money conversates

2:

Every city I make magic, I money disappear
Cause its a tragedy how clear these diamonds in my ear

It's so many that wanna marry me, I'm to the game
Cocaine put me in position, brought me outta fame

I need accountants to help me count it Rolls I mount it
Corvette painted candy, drop the top bitch is crowning

Houses in Zone 6 All my niggas Hustlas, and robbers dont with us
better off fucking with Angel Dust

I'm racked up like a pool table draped up in Purple Label
Drink drank, smoke purple weed, got a purple car and long paper

Everyday thank the lord that I wake Everyday live it its my last day
Shine so bright rock ice More karats in my chain then a carrot cake

shout he running out, I'm bustin out cant close the vault
Aint my its yo fault, nobody stay here this my money house

Stash house stocked up try fuck shit get up
I'm rocked, blocked up, aint locked up, but I'm gwapped up

Hook: Jacuzzi on the roof, ugly hoes get the time of day
Cheifin on some sativa smell the reefa from a away
Pistol in my coupe, trym my troops get blown away
Gucci Mane got long, bitch, all I gots to say
Mane got long money, thats what them bitches say [x3]
I aint even gotta my money conversates

Guy talks....

Hook: on the roof, ugly hoes don't get the time of day
Cheifin on sativa smell the reefa from a mile away
Pistol in my coupe, try my troops you'll get away
Gucci Mane got long, bitch, thats all I to say
Gucci Mane got long money, thats what them bitches say
I aint even gotta talk my conversates