Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Yo, I got plan to make some money
I want you to this shit to yourself
At 6:15 a.m, the pulls out of the
Post on Lankershin and Wilsher
Now it makes one before it goes to Sacramento
Which is a mail drop-off at First Loan and Savings

I did I could to get by
Slang dope, people, hands in the sky
When you livin' on the edge, homie it's a high
You get up in the drama and eventually you die

in a hard world, some are livin' lies
Son you better up and open up your eyes
Shit it easy homie people will connive
Better have a hustle, if you mean to

Why you're so greedy, can you us all why?
Look homie me you're fuckin' metal ply
For the everybody is a target that's real
Talkin' is smog you're signed and sealed

You could be the next one cross 'em in the
maybe if you do the math you can avoid the blood bath
All the money that we stole too to take greed
it to an honest man the money is still deep

Dollar y'all
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Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, dollar bill

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Dollar, dollar bill

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I ain't got through all my

for the mean green
Never get enough is a mother gangsta dream
For the on a cash flow
You could live fast and you could die

Show where's the can bet ass you believe it
'Cause that you know try hard to be schemin'
Work is fuck for everything to rock
You a dead mother fucker I get got

Fools got game and drop names
My faster than a runaway train
Fuck the world ask me for shit
Catch you on your knees and you want some

Spot a nigga with a hairline trigger
Each root they make, their reputations get
For the love of the money, pussy, and
Fools and get all twisted up

Dollar bill
Dollar bill
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, bill y'all

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bill y'all
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, dollar bill

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Dollar bill
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, dollar y'all

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Dollar bill
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, dollar y'all

Only if ya better keep eyes peeled
you were talkin' for jacks and that's real
Whether you rap or do biz or drug
Homie for the dollar, you can get killed

He to jet it, could happen with no discussion
Straps of all fools fuckin' eruptin'
For the green little papers your neighbors
But what if your put the arms in his favor?

Picked up the heater to you punk bitches
wanna earn shit you wanna jack for the riches
Nothin' in life's for free my nigga that
You burn someone they might just back

Scorchin' nigga to the third
Auh trigger deserve to be
Put out of you misery, history son
When your body disappears, then the come

bill y'all
Dollar y'all
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, bill y'all

Dollar bill
bill y'all
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, bill y'all

Dollar y'all
Dollar bill
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, dollar bill

Dollar y'all
Dollar y'all
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, bill y'all