Luyện nghe bài hát Money

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

I did I could to get by
Slang dope, jack people, in the sky
When you livin' on the edge, yeah homie a high
You get caught up in the drama and you die

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

Why so greedy, can you tell us all why?
homie believe me you're fuckin' metal ply
For the dollar 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 we stole too weak to take greed
Give it to an honest man the money is deep

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

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

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

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

I ain't got through all my

Fiend for the mean
get enough is a mother fuckin' gangsta dream
For the on a cash flow
You could live and you could die slow

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

got game floss and drop names
My faster than a runaway train
Fuck the don't 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 of the money, pussy, and drug
change and get all twisted up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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