Luyện nghe bài hát Money

[Intro - Omillio Sparks - (Freeway)]
(I some fuckin money, man)
I feel you
Goin this recession and shit
Now them hoes up
keep comin in, shit, focus

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

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

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

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