Luyện nghe bài hát Make Munne

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

(VERSE 1: Shorty)
Back in the days we used to hit Av
Knapsack strapped on my back cause everything got
In sight, I got put out put up a fight
Then I took flight, all you seen was a streak of
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 on the block and make at least two g's
Sometimes I hit the pocket, I got knocked
One time, two times, shit, couldn't stop it
I had to make my loot, I had to make my
So I my 'Lo and Guess, then bumped the rest
On the ave, all about the green
And who make mad green know what I mean
So if you in the house and you know what about
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 quick fast
And if it ain't the cash then that ass get
Livin in New nowadays is like damn
Cause if you're broke nobody to be your man
Especially the girls when it 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 my pockets are broke my heart feels the pain
I get a grip cause I might just flip
I'm thinkin of a vic, my crew and my clip?
It's a jack, take fuckin hand off the wheel
Turn around slowly, bitch, you know the
(Shorty, you crazy) Nah, I dough
And do what I gotta do, where's my flow?
I wanna grab the mic, the script and get paid
But if I a daydream, damn, I'm gettin played
to my meals, no frills, gotta go
And if you wanna makin dough let me know
I rather get paid with the program
You can keep your fame and who's the man
I scheme and I scheme till I go get the
And if you want a of the money fiend
(?) hit the screen
Everybody in the house, if you want
You gots to let me

(CHORUS)

(VERSE 3: Shorty)
I'm gettin kinda old, now my moms flip
Up out the crib, damn, I gotta hit a fuckin
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 represent, so I keep shit known
That I'm for the dough and nothin but the pres
Uncle 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 bring the bacon
is mad real, kid, ain't no move-fakin
On the streets of New York, whatever you
It seems like only poor people eat
Word to my herb, make loot in the spot
If you get paid, let me see you lick one shot

(CHORUS)