Luyện nghe bài hát Money Counter (Freestyle)

You what
I have to answer to you
You my bitch
Know 'whaa I
So shit man, it!
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I got the whole scared like ebola nigga
I my bitch share with her friend like Coca-Cola nigga
I can't recall the last time I was 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 rolling up at the crib
Fucked and smoked on my high school diploma
Im (I'm smart)
You could say I got the highest man
Yo bitch for my naw thats not really a trade man
My life is a little bit different yours
Bitches are a little bit than yours
Whips are a bit quicker than yours
And my crib is a bit sicker than yours
God bless the child got his own nigga
I my lawyers like E.T. be phoning home nigga
Like where that check, get check
nigga better chase that check
Fans head bobbing to the verse that I
But I won't be satisfied till they break neck
Luda (That's Luda)
I swear nigga be going ham samich
And these rappers couldn't their mark in ce-ment
With hands planted
here for today
Gone by
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 chapter in that rapper hall of nigga
Hip hop's my stomping ground, go back to where you came