Luyện nghe bài hát Long Money

Hook: Jacuzzi on the roof, ugly hoes don't get the 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, thats all I to say
Mane got long money, thats what them bitches say [x3]
I aint even gotta talk my money

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

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

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

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

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

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

Came along way drug dealing
up rich is a great 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, on em, Tell them haters Gucci got rich on em

Hook: Jacuzzi on the roof, hoes don't get the time of day
on some sativa smell the reefa from a mile 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 money, thats what them bitches say [x3]
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 wanna marry me, I'm to the game
Cocaine put me in position, brought me outta fame

I need accountants to 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 dont fuck with us
Niggaz better off fucking with Angel

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

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

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

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

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

Guy talks....

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 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 talk my money conversates