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 on my back cause everything got bagged
In sight, I got put out put up a fight
I took flight, all you seen was a streak of light
Ghost, you catch me if you wanted to
I broke, it's time to catch wreck, where's my crew?
Hit up the ball (?), fill up the pad ease
Pump shit on the block and make at two g's
I even 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, then bumped the
On the ave, all about the green
And niggas who mad green know what I mean
So if you in the house and you know it's about
Gettin paid, 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 ass get blast
Livin in New nowadays is like damn
if you're broke nobody wants to be your man
Especially the girls when it come to game
You got to the loot plus the gear to maintain
I take the heat, there's a strain on my brain
And my pockets are broke my heart feels the pain
I gotta get a grip cause I just flip
I'm thinkin of a vic, where's my and my clip?
a jack, take your fuckin hand off the wheel
Turn around slowly, bitch, you the deal
(Shorty, you crazy) Nah, I need
And I'ma do what I do, where's my flow?
I wanna the mic, flip the script and get paid
But if I puff a daydream, damn, I'm gettin
to my meals, no frills, gotta go
And if you wanna bump makin let me know
I rather get paid with the program
You can your fame and fuck who's the man
I scheme and I till I go get the green
And if you want a scene of the fiend
(?) hit the screen
Everybody in the house, if you dough
You to let me know

(CHORUS)

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

(CHORUS)