Luyện nghe bài hát Making Money

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

Imma keep making money, Imma keep making
Imma making money, Imma keep making money
Imma keep money, Imma keep making money
Imma keep making money, Imma keep making
You making comics, Imma keep making commas
You keep cockpits, but I keep making commas
Money make you real, but I really do got money
You keep pussy, and I keep chasing money

2]
Can't stop me nigga, block me nigga
Better chill, sit and just watch me nigga
Getting so much top might top nigga
Imma open up shop, shop young nigga
Been Guwop, shootout nigga
Tell the fuck nigga up to 2Pac
She sleep in my bed and she give me head
But she still worrying what the bitch gon say
Still saying Imma get one day
Imma get money goddamn day
Broke ass niggas get no date
In the club, singing out, swing my way
Money talk like a high top fade
I'm a rich kid, baby who wanna play?
At the club on a Sunday, screaming out free my nigga Fortre
Sir Mixalot, my [?] are on
Serve bricks a lot, I got so yay
She a filthy bitch, she got a filthy
I can tell that the bitch dicks a lot
I off a nick bag, ran it up to a big bag
Never with a shitbag, get glad or get mad