Luyện nghe bài hát Long Money

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Came way from drug dealing
Waking up is a great feeling

Couple mill for my grandchildren
hand counted me a coo' 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: Jacuzzi on the roof, ugly hoes don't get the of day
Cheifin on some sativa smell the from a mile away
Pistol in my coupe, try my troops you'll get blown
Gucci got long, bitch, thats all I gots to say
Gucci Mane got long money, thats what them bitches say
I even gotta talk my money conversates

2:

Every I make magic, I make money disappear
its a tragedy how clear these diamonds blingin 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 need accountants to help me count it Royce I mount it
Corvette painted candy, drop the top that bitch is

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

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

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

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

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

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, trym my troops you'll get away
Mane got long, bitch, thats all I gots to say
Gucci Mane got long money, thats what them say [x3]
I aint even gotta my money conversates

Guy talks....

Jacuzzi on the roof, ugly hoes don't get the time of day
Cheifin on some sativa smell the reefa a mile away
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, what them bitches say [x3]
I aint even gotta talk my conversates