Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Yo, I got this plan to some money
I you to keep this shit to yourself
At a.m, the truck pulls out of the
Post office on and Wilsher
Now it makes one before it goes to Sacramento
Which is a 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, yeah homie a high
You get caught up in the drama and you die

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

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

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

Dollar bill
Dollar bill
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, dollar bill

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

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

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

I ain't got through all my

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He to jet it, could happen with no discussion
Straps of all pain fools fuckin'
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
Don't wanna earn you wanna jack for the riches
Nothin' in for free my nigga learn that
You burn someone they might burn back

nigga to the third degree
Auh y'all deserve 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, bill y'all

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

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

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