Luyện nghe bài hát Money

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

1 - Freeway]
I used to get money slingin the dope
But since they down on that dope slingin, I'm broke
And I used to get money slingin the crack
But since they cracked down on crack slingin, I'm cracked
I to get it there, expert at bringin 'em back
But now it no packages to get there
Prior to that I was fillin
A few years before that was in the Barbershop sweepin
Barbershop sweeper kid, cop a hustle
Was sellin incense and oils to all the people
Sixth, and eighth grade I kept a couple
Dollars for work and fresh sneakers, I was 'em
Yep, now it's a recession and I'm
I need it for lesser, I'm not tryin to be a 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 people but first is money (money, money)
(money, money)
It ain't like I found a pot of (no)
This ain't a dream, is reality homes
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 up a yard, she tryin to spend it all
I'm out slingin the and don't respect the law
Bent a few corners and that, of course, involved
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 start a
I figure man, what's the difference? That all a cost
it, let a nigga 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 the trap or trenches with me
When knocked and locked me
Guns plural, riches to El Toros
the projects, suburbs to the Borough
Runnin through your small
Spit Philly game and lock it
Focus and here for one purpose, that is

[Verse 3 -
Philly Free on his grind, I my paper straight
So I'm creatin these rhymes a paper mate
That got me bustin these lines, 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 Kanye but I can +Heartbreaks & 808s+
And reduce the costs
'Cause I'm recording in the hood, I'm not in the Mandalay
I'm makin hits, I need the attention they get
Them niggaz throw a temper tantrum, you don't 'em pay
Record labels tryin to me like 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 wastin 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