Luyện nghe bài hát Long Money

Hook: Jacuzzi on the roof, hoes don't get the time of day
Cheifin on some smell the reefa 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 talk my money

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

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

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

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

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

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

Came along way from dealing
Waking up rich is a feeling

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

Up on em, pull up on em, like a bird drop low and 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
Pistol in my coupe, try my troops you'll get blown
Gucci Mane got long, bitch, all I gots to say
Gucci Mane got long money, thats them bitches say [x3]
I aint even gotta talk my money

2:

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

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

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

Houses in Zone 6 All my niggas Hustlas, and dont fuck with us
Niggaz off fucking with 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 live it its my last day
Shine so bright rock stupid ice More karats in my then a carrot cake

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

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

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

Guy talks....

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