Luyện nghe bài hát Money

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

[Verse 1 -
I used to get money slingin the dope
But since they cracked down on that dope slingin, I'm
And I used to get money from 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
Prior to that I was apps
A few years before that was in the sweepin hair
Little sweeper kid, cop a hustle
Was incense and oils to all the people there
Sixth, seventh and eighth grade I a couple
Dollars for and fresh sneakers, I was hurtin 'em
Yep, now it's a and I'm stressin
I it for lesser, I'm not tryin 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 things that my people but first is money (money, money)
(money, money)
It like I found a pot of gold (no)
This ain't a dream, this is reality
That's why my focus is on that money (focus on the money)
(money, money)

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

[Verse 3 -
Philly Free on his grind, I my paper straight
So I'm creatin these rhymes without a mate
That got me bustin these lines, they got me my mind
They got me standin in line 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 the studio costs
I'm recording in the hood, I'm not lampin in the Mandalay
I'm makin hits, I need the attention they get
Them niggaz a temper tantrum, you don't hand 'em pay
labels tryin to jerk me like a hand job
If they hand me mine, I know how to handle this
Leave somebody slumped, Riot pistol grip
But sittin in prison wastin my plans away
I guess I gotta another way to make the pay
Let me if you can find a way to make the chips