Luyện nghe bài hát Money Counter (Freestyle)

You what
I don't to answer to you
You my bitch
Know I sayin?
So man, fuck it!
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I got the whole world scared like nigga
I told my bitch share her friend like Coca-Cola nigga
I can't recall the last I was sober nigga
One to live
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
around and smoked on my high school diploma
Im (I'm smart)
You say I got the highest grade man
Yo bitch for my bitch naw not really a trade man
My life is a little bit different than
Bitches are a little bit than yours
Whips are a bit quicker than yours
And my crib is a little bit sicker yours
God the child that's got his own nigga
I my lawyers like E.T. be phoning home nigga
where that check, get that check
Everyday better chase that check
head bobbing to the verse that I spit
But I won't be satisfied till they that neck
Luda (That's Luda)
I swear that be going ham samich
And these rappers couldn't leave their in ce-ment
With they hands
Yall here for
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 fame
Hip my stomping ground, go back to where you came nigga