Luyện nghe bài hát Money

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

[Verse 1 -
I used to get from slingin the dope
But they cracked down on that dope slingin, I'm broke
And I used to get money 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 no packages to get there
Prior to I was fillin apps
A few years before that was in the Barbershop hair
Little Barbershop kid, cop a hustle
Was incense and oils to all the people there
Sixth, seventh and eighth grade I kept a
for work 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 to do carpentry like my pops
Big pain in the of his back and it be hurtin him, damn!

- Mr. Porter]
Ohhh, I close my eyes and all I can see is money (money, money)
(money, money)
A of things 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 reality
why my main focus is on that money (focus on the money)
(money, money)

[Verse 2 - Sparks]
Just broke a new broad, she the fancy car
A nigga stacked up a yard, she tryin to it all
I'm out slingin the hard and don't the law
Bent a few wrong corners and that, of course,
From C-A to D-A, tryin to take it all
I think I need a vacation, out through calling cards
Or make the mind frame vicious and a Holocaust
I figure man, what's the That shit'll 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
Y'all ain't come from the trap or trenches me
When knocked and locked me
Guns plural, riches to El Toros
the projects, suburbs to the Borough
Runnin through your small
Spit game and lock it down
Focus and here for one purpose, that is

[Verse 3 -
Philly Free on his grind, I need my paper
So I'm these rhymes without a paper mate
That got me bustin these lines, they got me rackin my
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 +Heartbreaks &
And reduce the costs
'Cause I'm recording in the hood, I'm not in the Mandalay
I'm makin hits, I need the same attention get
Them niggaz a temper tantrum, you don't hand 'em pay
Record labels to jerk me like a hand job
If don't hand me mine, I know how to handle this
Leave somebody slumped, Riot Pump pistol
But sittin in prison wastin my plans away
I I gotta find another way to make the pay
Let me know if you can a way to make the chips