Luyện nghe bài hát Long Money

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

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

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

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

My sag grams 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

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

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

Came way from drug dealing
Waking up rich is a feeling

Couple stashed for my grandchildren
Just hand counted me a half million

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

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

2:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Money he running out, I'm bustin out cant close the vault
Aint my fault its yo fault, stay here this my money house

Stash house stocked up try shit get chopped 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, thats all I to say
Gucci Mane got long money, thats what them say [x3]
I aint even gotta my money conversates

Guy talks....

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