Luyện nghe bài hát Money Counter (Freestyle)

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