Luyện nghe bài hát Mind On Money

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

(Verse)
it be endecin' it every time
That's why I got hard on rhyme
Hard, ****a, that's why I God for every line
No invest, you demolish things while I'm barely tryin' (?)
Hard ****, bitches all on my dick, they on my Calvin Klein
I'm an outkast and I got 3000 big with me, ****a
Sit and get war with me, I'm droppin' bombs out local Baghdad
And a bitch to get more from me
She Murphy gettin' horse from me(?)
Bitches weed with a gat man but neva got high
Took 10/000 feet in the sky, in an
Trappin' money, they outta trap bad
I'm a boy, I sell cocaine you neva had dealt
I'm a whole brick and you a drop
I'm a and you a lab rat
Now show me where the at (money, ****a)
I need cheese, I'm a fresh prince, you gotta feel me
I keep a Smith & Wesson I squeeze
But I got Reggie Miller shooters I gotta take the shot
Kensley, I'm sharp percentage when I move the white
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 that stat
No ****as, I'm self made, I'm a dope dealer
In the game the doppest ****a
We play for keefs, we lay in
These bitches don't want no broke

(Verse 2: Ave)
Ave ****a, in my blue bag, ****a
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 than honey, you know how T roll ya dummy
Mobbin' deep cuz you nervous, it just be me during
Captain Loaf from survullance, I surveillance, we service
Cash business, you know, family, religion ain't
Ain't got my momma in snow, made me the man and you know
I talk that **** 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 afford that raffa (I know)
I made up 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 yellin' free Rum Pete on a home

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

(Verse 3)
I'm a thief turn dirt to sticks
Say any ****, please!
Came the bottom, you make it out
a bad 6-16
Cut the out of my **** ****as
thankin' this **** sweet
And I play ya dues, mr. My
I young forget me
On dough I'mma out
Let's go scremmin' like 12
Before we go pow in the pow
Ye really ain't know nothin'
They frontin'... with no to ride
I cash 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 like it ain't all that
Let em bom bom em mutha****a let em cope right now
Whachya It ain't gonna bite!
Gettin' high with a new bitch in a brand new car
the same ol' brain
I'mma zone where thank yeah ****a
This ****a ain't no game
Hey, I'mma till the finish
Remember me? I was standin' on the corner, I was 'posed to be in
crack that we dealin'
Handle my business, get the money n' the stacks to the
****a, I would rather 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 worried

(Hook x2)
on my mind, on my waist be that strap
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 want no ****a