Luyện nghe bài hát Money

[Intro - Sparks - talking (Freeway)]
(I need some money, man)
I feel you
Goin this recession and shit
Now hoes actin up
keep comin in, shit, focus

[Verse 1 -
I used to get money slingin the dope
But since they down on that dope slingin, I'm broke
And I to get money from 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 ain't no to get there
Prior to I was fillin apps
A few years before was in the Barbershop sweepin hair
Little sweeper kid, cop a hustle
Was sellin and oils to all the people there
Sixth, and eighth grade I kept a couple
for work and fresh sneakers, I was hurtin 'em
Yep, now it's a recession and I'm
I need it for lesser, I'm not to be a working man
I'm not tryin to do carpentry like my pops
Big pain in the bottom of his back and it be 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 ain't I found a pot of gold (no)
This ain't a dream, is reality homes
That's why my 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 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, tryin to take it all
I think I need a vacation, reach out through cards
Or make the mind frame vicious and start a
I figure man, what's the difference? That shit'll all a
Fuck it, let a nigga
Money, money,
Money is my bitch, ho breed envy, I keep Henny
Screamin "fuck 'em!", that's the in me
ain't come from the trap or trenches with me
When cops knocked and me
Guns plural, serve to El Toros
From the projects, to the Borough
Runnin through your town
Spit Philly game and it down
Focus and only for one purpose, that is

[Verse 3 -
Philly on his grind, I need my paper straight
So I'm creatin these rhymes a paper mate
got me bustin these lines, they got me rackin my mind
They got me standin in line behind my label
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
'Cause I'm recording in the hood, I'm not lampin in the
I'm hits, I need the same attention they get
Them niggaz throw a temper tantrum, you don't 'em pay
Record labels tryin to jerk me a hand job
If they don't hand me mine, I know how to handle
Leave slumped, Riot Pump pistol grip
But fuck sittin in wastin my plans away
I I gotta find another way to make the pay
Let me know if you can find a way to the chips