Luyện nghe bài hát Money

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Kanye told me that walks in 04
But I grew up around impalas and drug
Welcome to los angelos trees and drug stores
All we know is rocks and presidents mount rushmore
Fuck the police hop out and bust doors
I ain't goin to jail nigga that's what I flush for
My money or my glock. Who do I more?
I know it's prolly the one that I touch more
Guess It's the green cuz paper motivate
And my rolex cuz it hate niggas
I used to only eighths
Like that nigga
and now I'm movin twenty fours I play at the staples center
you might miss the game so don't blink
my phantom stand out like frank mink
so go ahead and
like frank think
somebody'll your brains on the fuckin kitchen sink

dead presidents big money
skyscrapers my niggas get

my get

like the get
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the block to the club I make it rain

in niggas die
for the
the south to New York them bullets fly for the

don't gettin

it don't matter where you're from if you hustle motherfucker getting that

yeahhh I get at that baby and slim cash
all the jewelry on your crew-thats my tax money
and That Escobar crack money
that labron first nike money
that make it rain on my nigga throw it stack
stack it to the ceiling then call it money
that in the club straight to the back money
flavor of delicious sittin on my lap money
that rap money niggas get clap
air force ones don't bend when I money
ohhhhh I'm rich porter
havin nightmares whippin that border
like mcdonalds I was them orders
in 02 porsche truck
and through borders
I was flippin quarters when I made my first mil
I'm about a
fifty cent ain't

dead presidents big

benjamins skyscrapers my get

my get

like the get
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from the block to the I make it rain

in niggas die
for the
from the south to New them bullets fly for the

don't stop

it don't matter where you're from if you hustle keep getting that

somebody tell to pop open them briefcases
that patron tell em we want three cases
fuck a black card. You see these green
look at my
now you've seen
I treat my like the cristal that we wasted
Cuz I'm a machine I can remake it
You a fool thinkin that could see jason
I been out like who the fuck need Jacob?
The doc me to be patient but I want money like the Dwight Howard
time he a free agent
I'm tryna make enough money so I can asia
and have Asians in the kitchen in Louis V aprons
Word to Martha
If I could park a
Then I could flip a brinx
I got the to do it
Ball like the nigga parker do it
Speak no ingles but dinero I it fluent

dead presidents big

benjamins my niggas get

my get

like the get
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
the block to the club I make it rain

in California die
for the
from the south to New York bullets fly for the

don't stop

it don't matter where you're from if you hustle motherfucker keep that

get get get get paper boy
get get get get paper boy
get get get get paper boy
get get get get get get GET!

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