Luyện nghe bài hát Money Counter (Freestyle)

You what
I don't to answer to you
You ain't my
'whaa I sayin?
So shit man, it!
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I got the world scared like ebola nigga
I told my bitch share with her friend Coca-Cola nigga
I can't recall the last I was sober nigga
One life to
I think I'm gonna be dranking till over nigga
Fuck my liver and my lungs im a
If they go bad, Ima find me a
Ran out of papers up at the crib
Fucked around and smoked on my high diploma
Im (I'm smart)
You could say I got the highest man
Yo bitch for my bitch naw thats not a trade man
My life is a little bit different than
are a little bit thicker than yours
Whips are a little bit quicker than
And my crib is a little bit sicker than
God bless the that's got his own nigga
I phone my lawyers like E.T. be phoning nigga
Like where check, get that check
Everyday better chase that check
Fans head bobbing to the verse I spit
But I won't be till they break that neck
Luda (That's Luda)
I swear that be going ham samich
And these rappers leave their mark in ce-ment
With hands planted
Yall for today
by tonight
Sell a records and it's all by he height
do it for a little fame and some change
I do it for hip hop, turntables, and a mic
Im still right in my in that rapper hall of fame nigga
Hip hop's my stomping ground, go back to where you came