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 stat
No joke ****as, I'm self made, I'm a dope
In the drug game the ****a
We for keefs, we lay in sheets
These bitches don't no broke ****a

(Verse)
Antecinin' it be it every time
why I got hard on every rhyme
Hard, ****a, that's why I God for every line
No invest, you demolish things while I'm barely tryin' (?)
****, bitches all on my dick, they hangin' on my Calvin Klein
I'm an and I got 3000 big boys with me, ****a
Sit down and get war with me, I'm droppin' bombs out local
And a bound to get more from me
She Murphy gettin' horse from me(?)
Bitches smoked weed with a gat man but neva got
Took 10/000 in the sky, in an aircraft
money, they come outta trap bad
I'm a dope boy, I sell cocaine you had dealt
I'm a whole brick and you a band
I'm a and you a lab rat
Now show me where the at (money, ****a)
I need real cheese, I'm a fresh prince, you feel me
I a Smith & Wesson I will squeeze
But I got Reggie Miller shooters I ain't gotta the shot
Shamal Kensley, I'm sharp percentage when I move the
Even said to Reggie to mills week, ****a

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

(Verse 2: Ave)
Troy Ave ****a, in my blue bag,
35 for the kilos, get mine at ****a
Pump my every flipper, fish scale, Mr. Flipper
a minute, Floodina, I'm in the kitchen with ripper
Stuttering, goin' dummy, no doors but the money
Get it sweeter than honey, you how T roll ya dummy
Mobbin' deep cuz you nervous, it just be me murders
Captain Loaf survullance, I mean surveillance, we service
Cash business, you know, family, religion dope
got my momma in snow, they made me the man and you know
I that **** when I flow, and it be facts
****as 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 made up the dirt, made 6 figures, now I want 7
Millions, still keep me a
I go and get silly on em
Real ****a 4 real yellin' Rum Pete on a pimp home

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

(Verse 3)
I'm a thief turn dirt to sticks
Say any ****, please!
Came from the bottom, you it out
a bad 6-16
Cut the out of my **** ****as
Just thankin' this sweet
And I play ya dues, mr. My
I dare forget me
On dough I'mma out
Let's go scremmin' like 12
we go pow in the wood pow
Ye ****a really ain't nothin'
They frontin'... with no to ride
I reel cash in, got the money,
I got good aim, I go to Baghdad, every 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 mutha****a let em cope now
thinkin'? It ain't gonna bite!
Gettin' high with a new bitch in a brand new car
Gettin' the same ol'
zone where A-Town thank yeah ****a
This here ****a ain't no
Hey, trap till the finish
Remember me? I was on the corner, I was 'posed to be in school
Know crack we dealin'
Handle my business, get the money n' the stacks to the
Pussy ****a, I would be the villain
In the Bentley a couple hunnid mill, ride around with me
to get a **** ****a bare
In mutha****in' heard
****a I ain't

(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 made, I'm a dope dealer
In the game the doppest ****a
We for keefs, we lay in sheets
These don't want no broke ****a