Luyện nghe bài hát Money

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got through all my life

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

Show the can bet your ass you believe it
niggas that you know try hard to be schemin'
Work hard is fuck for everything to
You a dead fucker 'fore 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 dick

Spot a nigga with a hairline trigger
root they make, their reputations get bigger
For the of the money, pussy, and drug
change and get all twisted up

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

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

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

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

Only if ya better your eyes peeled
'Cause you were talkin' for jacks and that's
you rap or do biz or drug deal
Homie for the dollar, you can get yourself

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

Picked up the heater to mash you bitches
Don't earn shit you wanna jack for the riches
Nothin' in life's for free my nigga learn
You burn someone they might burn back

Scorchin' to the third degree
Auh y'all trigger to be
Put out of you misery, you're son
your body disappears, then the mystery come

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

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

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

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