Luyện nghe bài hát Making Money

1]
God damn a boy got M's
On my wall lives 100
They say you got money, nothing matters
But two things nigga, family matters
I got money and I smoke, smoke,
I pray to god I ever go broke
I ain't never ever stopped dope
And I'll never buying mink coats
My girl [?] got a pink diamond
Yellow diamond costa [?]
She got a walk slow cause she's a meal ticket
I only with bad bitches, Gucci real picky
I got a city bitch, a country bitch, me up a lil bit
I gave you a lot of it, y'all ain't the half of it
I got 30 squares, nigga do the math of it
I got good aim, pussy Gucci accurate

Imma keep making money, keep making money
Imma keep money, Imma keep making money
Imma keep making money, Imma keep money
Imma keep money, Imma keep making money
You keep making comics, Imma keep commas
You making cockpits, but I keep making commas
don't make you real, but I really do got money
You keep chasing pussy, and I keep money

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Can't stop me nigga, block me nigga
Better chill, sit back and just me nigga
so much top might top that nigga
Imma open up shop, shop young nigga
Been Guwop, shootout nigga
Tell the fuck nigga up to nigga
She in my bed and she give me good head
But she still bout what the bitch gon say
Still Imma get rich one day
Imma get money every day
Broke ass can't get no date
In the club, singing out, swing my way
will talk like a high top fade
I'm a rich kid, who wanna come play?
At the live on a Sunday, screaming out free my nigga Fortre
Sir Mixalot, my [?] are on
Serve a lot, I got so much yay
She a filthy bitch, she got a twat
I can tell the bitch sucks dicks a lot
I started off a bag, ran it up to a big bag
friends with a shitbag, get glad or get mad