Luyện nghe bài hát Long Money

Hook: on the roof, ugly hoes don't get the time of day
Cheifin on some sativa 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 gotta talk my money conversates

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

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

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

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

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

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

Came along way from drug
Waking up is a great feeling

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

Up on em, up on em, like a bird drop low and shit on em
Pissed em, spit on em, Tell them haters Gucci got 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
Pistol in my coupe, try my troops get blown away
Gucci Mane got long, bitch, all I gots to say
Gucci Mane got long money, thats what them bitches say
I aint gotta talk my money conversates

2:

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

It's so many that 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 candy, drop the top that bitch is crowning

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

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

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

Money 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 up try fuck shit get chopped up
I'm rocked, stay blocked up, aint locked up, but I'm up

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

Guy talks....

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