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 from a away
Pistol in my coupe, try my troops you'll get away
Gucci Mane got long, bitch, all I gots to say
Gucci Mane got long money, thats what bitches say [x3]
I even gotta talk my money conversates

Verse 1: Bitches think I got a money tree, I drown the bitch with
Ferrari with bumble 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 that shit 100

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

My pants sag grams weigh em down, 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 fresher then I wanna be of the magazines, back of the limousines
Stacks in my denim jeans, hoes remember me

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

Came along way from dealing
Waking up rich is a feeling

Couple mill stashed for my
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, them haters Gucci got rich on em

Hook: Jacuzzi on the roof, ugly hoes 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, thats all I to say
Gucci Mane got money, thats what them bitches say [x3]
I aint gotta talk my money conversates

2:

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

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

I accountants to help 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 better off fucking with Angel

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

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

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

Hook: Jacuzzi on the roof, ugly hoes get the time of day
Cheifin on some smell the reefa from a mile away
Pistol in my coupe, trym my troops you'll get blown
Gucci 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....

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