Luyện nghe bài hát Money

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

[Verse 1 -
I to get money from slingin the dope
But they cracked down on that dope slingin, I'm broke
And I used to get money from the crack
But since they cracked down on that slingin, I'm cracked
I used to get it there, at bringin 'em back
But now it ain't no packages to get
Prior to I was fillin apps
A few before that was in the Barbershop sweepin hair
Little sweeper kid, cop a hustle
Was sellin incense and oils to all the there
Sixth, and eighth grade I kept a couple
Dollars for work and sneakers, I was hurtin 'em
Yep, now it's a and I'm stressin
I need it for lesser, I'm not tryin to be a man
I'm sure not tryin to do carpentry like my
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 money (money, money)
(money, money)
A list of that my people need but first is money (money, money)
(money, money)
It ain't I found a pot of gold (no)
This a dream, this is reality homes
That's why my main 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 respect the law
Bent a few corners and that, of course, involved
C-A to D-A, they tryin to take it all
I think I need a vacation, reach out calling cards
Or make the mind vicious and start a Holocaust
I figure man, what's the difference? That all a cost
Fuck it, let a nigga
Money, money,
Money is my bitch, ho envy, I keep pourin Henny
Screamin "fuck 'em!", the nigga in me
Y'all ain't from the trap or trenches with me
When cops knocked and me
Guns plural, serve to El Toros
From the projects, suburbs to the
through your small town
Spit Philly and lock it down
and only here for one purpose, that is

[Verse 3 -
Philly on his grind, I need my paper straight
So I'm creatin these without a paper mate
That got me 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 but I can produce +Heartbreaks & 808s+
And reduce the studio
'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 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 this
Leave somebody slumped, Riot Pump grip
But sittin in prison wastin my plans away
I guess I gotta find another way to the pay
Let me know if you can a way to make the chips