Luyện nghe bài hát Money

[Intro - Sparks - talking (Freeway)]
(I need fuckin money, man)
I feel you
Goin through this and shit
Now them actin up
Bills comin in, shit, focus

1 - Freeway]
I used to get money from the dope
But since they down on that dope slingin, I'm broke
And I used to get money slingin the crack
But since cracked down on that crack slingin, I'm cracked
I used to get it there, expert at bringin 'em
But now it no packages to get there
Prior to that I was apps
A few years before that was in the Barbershop hair
Little Barbershop sweeper kid, cop a
Was sellin incense and to all the people there
Sixth, seventh and grade I kept a couple
for work and fresh sneakers, I was hurtin 'em
Yep, now it's a and I'm stressin
I it for lesser, I'm not tryin to be a working man
I'm not tryin to do carpentry like my pops
Big pain in the bottom of his back and it be him, damn!

[Chorus - Mr.
Ohhh, I close my eyes and all I can see is that (money, money)
(money, money)
A of things that my people need but first is money (money, money)
(money, money)
It ain't like I found a pot of (no)
This ain't a dream, is reality homes
That's why my main focus is on that (focus on the money)
(money, money)

[Verse 2 - Sparks]
Just broke a new broad, she wants the car
A nigga stacked up a yard, she tryin to it all
I'm out slingin the and don't respect the law
Bent a few corners and that, of course, involved
From C-A to D-A, tryin to take it all
I I need a vacation, reach out through calling cards
Or make the mind vicious and start a Holocaust
I figure man, what's the difference? That shit'll all a
it, let a nigga ball
Money, money,
Money is my bitch, ho envy, I keep pourin Henny
Screamin "fuck 'em!", that's the in me
Y'all ain't come from the trap or with me
cops knocked and locked me
Guns plural, serve riches to El
From the projects, to the Borough
Runnin through small town
Spit Philly game and it down
Focus and only here for one purpose, is

[Verse 3 -
Philly Free on his grind, I my paper straight
So I'm these rhymes without a paper mate
got me bustin these lines, they got me rackin my mind
They got me in line behind my label mates
No, I'm not Jay but I am on the way
And I am not Kanye but I can produce & 808s+
And reduce the studio
'Cause I'm recording in the hood, I'm not in the Mandalay
I'm makin hits, I the same attention they get
Them niggaz throw a temper tantrum, you hand 'em pay
Record tryin to jerk me like a hand job
If they don't hand me mine, I know how to handle
Leave somebody slumped, Riot pistol grip
But fuck sittin in prison wastin my plans
I guess I gotta find way to make the pay
Let me know if you can find a way to the chips