Luyện nghe bài hát Long Money

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

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

"How many in that 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 keys and ounce, half a pound watch golden brown

My pants sag grams weigh em down, usta the train and go downtown
Just to walk and window shop now I shut the mall 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 denim jeans, hoes gonna me

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

along way from drug dealing
Waking up is a great feeling

Couple mill for my grandchildren
Just hand counted me a coo' half

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

2:

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

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

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

Houses in Zone 6 All my niggas Hustlas, and robbers 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 purple car and long

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 the vault
Aint my fault its yo fault, nobody stay here this my house

Stash stocked up try fuck 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 smell the reefa from a mile away
Pistol in my coupe, trym my troops get blown 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

Guy talks....

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