Luyện nghe bài hát Money

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

1 - Freeway]
I used to get from slingin the dope
But since they cracked down on that slingin, I'm broke
And I used to get money from slingin the
But they cracked down on that crack slingin, I'm cracked
I used to get it there, expert at 'em back
But now it ain't no packages to get
Prior to that I was apps
A few years that was in the Barbershop sweepin hair
Little Barbershop kid, cop a hustle
Was incense and oils to all the people there
Sixth, seventh and eighth grade I a couple
for work and fresh 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 to do carpentry like my pops
Big pain in the of his back and it be hurtin him, damn!

[Chorus - Mr.
Ohhh, I my eyes and all I can see is that money (money, money)
(money, money)
A list of that my people need 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
why my main focus is on that money (focus on the money)
(money, money)

[Verse 2 - Sparks]
Just a new broad, she wants the fancy car
A stacked up a yard, she tryin to spend it all
I'm out slingin the hard and don't the law
Bent a few wrong 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 calling
Or make the mind frame vicious and start a
I man, what's the difference? That shit'll all a cost
Fuck it, let a nigga
Money, money,
Money is my bitch, ho breed envy, I keep Henny
"fuck 'em!", that's the nigga in me
Y'all ain't come the trap or trenches with me
cops knocked and locked me
Guns plural, serve to El Toros
From the projects, to the Borough
Runnin through small town
Spit Philly and lock it down
Focus and only here for one purpose, is

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