Luyện nghe bài hát Money

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

1 - Freeway]
I used to get money from slingin the
But since they down on that dope slingin, I'm broke
And I to get money from slingin the crack
But since they cracked on that crack slingin, I'm cracked
I used to get it there, at bringin 'em back
But now it no packages to get there
to that I was fillin apps
A few years before that was in the Barbershop hair
Barbershop sweeper kid, cop a hustle
Was sellin and oils to all the people there
Sixth, and eighth grade I kept a couple
Dollars for work and fresh sneakers, I was 'em
Yep, now a recession 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 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 of things that my people need but first is money (money, money)
(money, money)
It ain't like I found a pot of (no)
This ain't a dream, this is reality
That's why my main focus is on money (focus on the money)
(money, money)

[Verse 2 - Sparks]
Just 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 I need a vacation, reach out through calling cards
Or make the frame 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 breed envy, I pourin Henny
"fuck 'em!", that's the nigga in me
Y'all ain't come from the trap or trenches me
When cops and locked me
plural, serve riches to El Toros
From the projects, suburbs to the
Runnin through your small
Philly game and lock it down
Focus and here for one purpose, that is

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