Luyện nghe bài hát Make Munne

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

(VERSE 1: Shorty)
in the days we used to hit Pitkin Av
Knapsack strapped on my back everything got bagged
In sight, when I got put out put up a
Then I took flight, all you seen was a streak of
Ghost, you didn't me if you wanted to
I broke, it's time to catch some wreck, where's my
Hit up the ball (?), fill up the pad with
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 couldn't it
I had to my loot, I had to make my dough
So I took my 'Lo and Guess, 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 it's about
Gettin paid, come on, let me hear you

(CHORUS)
money, money, make 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 the cash then that ass get blast
Livin in New York is like damn
Cause if you're nobody wants to be your man
Especially the girls it come to gettin game
You got to have the loot the gear to maintain
I can't take the heat, there's a strain on my
And when my pockets are my heart feels the pain
I gotta get a grip cause I might just
I'm thinkin of a vic, my crew and my clip?
It's a jack, take your fuckin off the wheel
Turn around slowly, bitch, you know the
(Shorty, you crazy) Nah, I dough
And I'ma do what I gotta do, where's my
I grab the mic, flip the script and get paid
But if I puff a daydream, damn, I'm played
Word to my meals, no frills, go
And if you wanna bump makin dough let me
I rather get paid the paid program
You can keep fame and fuck who's the man
I scheme and I scheme I go get the green
And if you want a scene of the money
(?) hit the screen
Everybody in the house, if you dough
You to let me know

(CHORUS)

(VERSE 3: Shorty)
I'm gettin kinda old, now my wanna flip
Up out the crib, damn, I hit a fuckin lick
The house ain't clean and the overdue
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 shit known
That I'm for the and nothin but the dead pres
Fuck Sam and the bullshit he says
You got to get paid the man on the corner
See a fly shortie lookin good, up on her
Now I'm like the man cause I home the bacon
Shit is mad real, kid, no move-fakin
On the streets of New York, you talk
It seems like poor people eat pork
Word to my herb, make your loot in the
If you wanna get paid, let me see you one shot

(CHORUS)