Luyện nghe bài hát Mind On Money

(Hook x2)
Money on my mind, on my waist be that
Here to **** my grind, ****a, you dyin' in that
No ****as, I'm self made, I'm a dope dealer
In the drug the doppest ****a
We play for keefs, we lay in
These bitches don't want no ****a

(Verse)
Antecinin' it be endecin' it time
That's why I got hard on rhyme
Hard, ****a, that's why I thank God for every
No more invest, you demolish things while I'm barely (?)
Hard ****, bitches all on my dick, they on my Calvin Klein
I'm an outkast and I got big boys with me, ****a
Sit down and get war with me, I'm bombs out local Baghdad
And a bitch bound to get from me
She Bread Murphy gettin' from me(?)
Bitches smoked with a gat man but neva got high
10/000 feet in the sky, in an aircraft
Trappin' money, come outta trap bad
I'm a dope boy, I sell cocaine you neva had
I'm a whole brick and you a band
I'm a and you a lab rat
Now show me the craft at (money, ****a)
I real cheese, I'm a fresh prince, you gotta feel me
I keep a & Wesson I will squeeze
But I got Miller shooters I ain't gotta take the shot
Shamal Kensley, I'm sharp percentage when I the white
Even said to to make mills week, ****a

(Hook x2)
on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Here to **** my grind, ****a, you dyin' in stat
No joke ****as, I'm self made, I'm a dealer
In the game the doppest ****a
We for keefs, we lay in sheets
These bitches don't want no ****a

(Verse 2: Ave)
Troy Ave ****a, in my blue bag,
35 for the kilos, get mine at the?
Pump my chips every flipper, scale, Mr. Flipper
Wait a minute, Floodina, I'm in the kitchen with
Stuttering, goin' dummy, no doors but the money
Get it sweeter than honey, you know how T ya dummy
Mobbin' deep cuz you nervous, it just be me murders
Captain from survullance, I mean surveillance, we service
business, you know, family, religion ain't dope
Ain't got my momma in snow, they me the man and you know
I talk that when I flow, and it be facts
Only from my blackboard, to big body bags of crack
Don't play me for no sucka, ****a, you can't afford raffa (I know)
I up from the dirt, made 6 figures, now I want 7
Millions, keep me a million
I go stupider and get on em
Real ****a 4 real free Rum Pete on a pimp home

(Hook x2)
on my mind, on my waist be that strap
Here to **** my grind, ****a, you dyin' in stat
No joke ****as, I'm made, I'm a dope dealer
In the drug the doppest ****a
We play for keefs, we lay in
These bitches don't no broke ****a

(Verse 3)
I'm a thief turn dirt to sticks
Say any ****, please!
Came the bottom, you make it out
Make a bad
Cut the tongues out of my ****as
Just thankin' this sweet
And I ya dues, mr. My City
I dare young me
On dough I'mma out
Let's go scremmin' like 12
Before we go pow in the pow
Ye ****a really ain't know
They frontin'... with no to ride
I reel in, got the money, see?
I got good aim, I go to Baghdad, ****a tryna front with me

(Verse 4)
I do a ****a, catch a ****a empty out a clip like it ain't all that
Let em bom bom with em let em cope right now
Whachya It ain't gonna bite!
Gettin' high with a brand new bitch in a new car
Gettin' the ol' brain
I'mma zone where A-Town yeah ****a
This here ****a ain't no
Hey, trap till the finish
me? I was standin' on the corner, I was 'posed to be in school
Know crack that we
Handle my business, get the n' the stacks to the ceilin'
Pussy ****a, I rather be the villain
In the Bentley a couple hunnid mill, ride around with me
to get a **** ****a bare
In here mutha****in'
I ain't worried

(Hook x2)
Money on my mind, on my waist be that
Here to **** my grind, ****a, you dyin' in stat
No joke ****as, I'm self made, I'm a dope
In the game the doppest ****a
We for keefs, we lay in sheets
These bitches don't want no ****a