Luyện nghe bài hát Make Munne

(One two y'all, ya don't stop) -->

(VERSE 1: Shorty)
Back in the days we to hit Pitkin Av
Knapsack strapped on my back cause everything got
In sight, when I got put out put up a
Then I took flight, all you was a streak of light
Ghost, you catch me if you wanted to
I broke, it's time to some wreck, where's my crew?
Hit up the ball (?), up the pad with ease
Pump shit on the block and make at two g's
Sometimes I hit the pocket, I got knocked
One time, two times, shit, they stop it
I had to my loot, I had to make my dough
So I my 'Lo and Guess, then bumped the rest
On the ave, it's all about the
And who make mad green know what I mean
So if you in the house and you know what it's
paid, come on, let me hear you shout

(CHORUS)
Make money, money, money, money, money (4X)
Take money, money, money, money, money (4X)

(VERSE 2: Shorty)
I got to get paid, and I mean fast
And if it ain't the cash then ass get blast
Livin in New York nowadays is like
Cause if you're broke nobody wants to be man
Especially the girls when it come to game
You got to have the loot the gear to maintain
I can't take the heat, there's a on my brain
And when my pockets are broke my heart feels the
I gotta get a grip cause I just flip
I'm thinkin of a vic, where's my crew and my
It's a jack, take your hand off the wheel
Turn slowly, bitch, you know the deal
(Shorty, you crazy) Nah, I dough
And I'ma do what I gotta do, my flow?
I wanna grab the mic, flip the script and get
But if I a daydream, damn, I'm gettin played
Word to my meals, no frills, go
And if you wanna bump dough let me know
I rather get paid with the paid
You can keep fame and fuck who's the man
I and I scheme till I go get the green
And if you a scene of the money fiend
Niggas (?) hit the
in the house, if you want dough
You gots to let me

(CHORUS)

(VERSE 3: Shorty)
I'm gettin old, now my moms wanna flip
Up out the crib, damn, I hit a fuckin lick
The house ain't clean and the rent's
I the same line, yeah, "I do it all for you"
You do it all for me but all I is my own
I wanna represent, so I keep known
I'm for the dough and nothin but the dead pres
Fuck Uncle Sam and the he says
You got to get paid the man on the corner
See a fly lookin good, push up on her
Now I'm the man cause I bring home the bacon
is mad real, kid, ain't no move-fakin
On the of New York, whatever you talk
It like only poor people eat pork
to my herb, make your loot in the spot
If you wanna get paid, let me see you one shot

(CHORUS)