Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Bustin' out the
A nigga jewelry metal like a can opener
I went from rags to riches to a feature Tip
I went from Car to a bitch with some smart lips
And the F&N my hip limp
I'm goin' fishin' with these bitty shrimp dips
And my roll got a big dip
She gon' bring it on a big
trill, no Quik Trip
I got drugs in the alley, no tip
She just wanna have a day
Smoke way more than a guy in L.A
I them birds 'til next May
let em fly away
What!? I ay
what my nigga Tip say

If it ain't about the
Don't be blowin' me up, I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop my time
If it ain't about the
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't do shit
If it ain't the money
Bitch, you can me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it

I'm 11, I'm packin' 11
I in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
out the grocery store, they stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on bitches
it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

Ay what you think we in the for?
Standin' at the corner with a pocket full of dough
I'll be if a nigga wipe a hood hoe
Learned from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"
Put your down I could book a hard four
You playin' with it, I'ma send 'em through your car
But while I the shit sick got prob' oh
I'm doin' it for black and yellow, Hardo
The head honcho, no Tonto, nigga
I'm to put some bricks in a Bronco, nigga
Niggas talk shit, well I don't to no nigga
No murder, no dough, no

If it ain't the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't up
If it about the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my
If it about the money
Nah I even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga me with it

I'm 11, I'm packin' 11
I in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the
Pants out the grocery store, stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on these
When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on bitches

Aye, what you we in the neighborhood for?
in the trap, slangin good blow
Maybach used to that crack
Buy a stolen car while he that AK
If you ever took a better bring that back
Catcha' witcha' betcha' heat will blow brains bout that
Know you be, on your best behavior when addressing me
Because, bye-gones, we let em be
Niggas disrespect me, I'm a a felony
For real, if you I can get you paid
But not in shit you say

If it about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I gettin' up
If it ain't about the
no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I finna do shit
If it ain't about the
Bitch, you can miss me it, bitch nigga miss me with it

I'm 11, I'm packin' 11
I ride in a gator, my shoes are
I'm like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on bitches
When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these

Ay, what you think we in the for?
at the corner store with a pocket full of dough
I'll be damned if a nigga a hood ho
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket of Stones" nigga