Luyện nghe bài hát Making Money

1]
God a little boy got M's
On my wall lives 100
say you got money, nothing else matters
But two things nigga, family most
I got and I smoke, smoke, smoke
I pray to god I ever go broke
I ain't never ever stopped dope
And never stop buying mink coats
My girl [?] got a pink diamond
Yellow diamond costa [?]
She got a walk kinda slow cause a meal ticket
I only fuck with bad bitches, 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, pussy do the math of it
I got good aim, pussy nigga accurate

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

2]
Can't stop me nigga, can't block me
Better chill, sit back and just me nigga
so much top might top that nigga
Imma open up shop, come shop young
Guwop, let's shootout nigga
Tell the nigga up to 2Pac nigga
She in my bed and she give me good head
But she still worrying bout the bitch gon say
Still saying get rich one day
Imma get money goddamn day
ass niggas can't get no date
In the club, singing out, shawty my way
will talk like a high top fade
I'm a rich kid, baby who wanna come
At the club live on a Sunday, screaming out free my nigga
Sir Mixalot, my [?] are on
Serve a lot, I got so much yay
She a filthy bitch, she got a twat
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