Luyện nghe bài hát Money

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

[Verse 1 -
I used to get from slingin the dope
But since they cracked down on that dope slingin, I'm
And I to get money from slingin the crack
But they cracked down on that crack slingin, I'm cracked
I to get it there, expert at bringin 'em back
But now it no packages to get there
to that I was fillin apps
A few years that was in the Barbershop sweepin hair
Barbershop sweeper kid, cop a hustle
Was sellin incense and oils to all the there
Sixth, seventh and grade I kept a couple
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 of his back and it be hurtin him, damn!

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

[Verse 2 - Omillio
broke a new broad, she wants the fancy car
A nigga up a yard, she tryin to spend it all
I'm out the hard and don't respect the law
Bent a few wrong corners and that, of course,
C-A to D-A, they tryin to take it all
I think I need a vacation, reach out through calling
Or make the mind frame and start a Holocaust
I figure man, what's the That shit'll all a cost
Fuck it, let a ball
Money, money,
Money is my bitch, ho envy, I keep pourin Henny
"fuck 'em!", that's the nigga in me
Y'all ain't come from the trap or with me
When knocked and locked me
Guns plural, riches to El Toros
the projects, suburbs to the Borough
Runnin your small town
Spit Philly game and lock it
Focus and only for one purpose, that is

[Verse 3 -
Philly Free on his grind, I need my paper
So I'm creatin these rhymes a paper mate
That got me bustin lines, they got me rackin my mind
They got me standin in 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 the studio costs
'Cause I'm recording in the hood, I'm not lampin in the
I'm makin hits, I the same attention they get
Them throw a temper tantrum, you don't hand 'em pay
Record labels tryin to jerk me a hand job
If they hand me mine, I know how to handle this
Leave slumped, Riot Pump pistol grip
But fuck sittin in prison my plans away
I guess I gotta find way to make the pay
Let me know if you can find a way to the chips