Luyện nghe bài hát Money

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

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

- Mr. Porter]
Ohhh, I close my and all I can see is that money (money, money)
(money, money)
A list of that my people need but first is money (money, money)
(money, money)
It ain't like I a pot of gold (no)
This ain't a dream, this is homes
That's why my main is on that money (focus on the money)
(money, money)

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

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