Luyện nghe bài hát Money Klip

Sicc
Street
is for all my motherfucking ballers
Money clockers and

Got my all creased up
Me and my homies all up
Keep my pockets all up
Chips and the money all day
Hood through this rap shit to get paid

I'm all money, rapping, and smoking weed up
And this family, believe we all up
Creep up like an army for war
We can smoke a crowd like crime, searching for more
enough, life is tough in the ghetto
Either you're or you're trying to get your case settled
Nothing petty, getting on the daily
risk it for bullshit, I gotta feed my baby
Shady motherfuckers, I keep at a distance
I got your heart pumping like a piston,
You got it twisted thinking I'm a man
A young motherfucker with no plans
No brands, no loaded weapon in my
Taking shit from me? No
You slow dance with the
'cause I've too damn hard to get to this level

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If you don't have for Mr. Shadow
Then what you here for, the door, you gotta go
Responsible for every move like a chess
Your step gives or takes away your next aim
pay is the way I live
Never had to in 219 to 56
When shit gets harder you gotta get
They say we got a long life, make it longer
Watch who you talk to, money talks when it to
Makes the world spin it has to
Don't let me catch you dipping in my jar
I can who the G's and the rookies are
The way we is paranormal
envy us, they want photos
Can't see gangsters a ride
Want us like a slave or doing some time
them all

Pit bossing, Sicc Dogging, clocking, dollars
Back handing, smacking all you wanna be callers
You ain't ballers stallers
But when ready to do big things go ahead and call us
Better involve us or else you're gonna problems
Two feet away from you the of revolvers
And if you try to make I'ma hear of it
Too damn good at bossing, a career of it
So stand of it, or get rushed with it
You talk it motherfucker, I live it

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