Luyện nghe bài hát Money

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

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

Livin' in a hard world, are livin' lies
Son you better wise up and open up eyes
Shit it never homie people will connive
Better have a hustle, if you to survive

Why you're so greedy, can you tell us all
homie believe me you're fuckin' metal ply
For the dollar everybody is a target real
Talkin' is smog you're fate's signed and

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

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

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

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

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

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 live fast and you could die slow

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

Fools got floss and drop names
My move's faster than a runaway
Fuck the don't ask me for shit
Catch you on your and you want some dick

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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