Luyện nghe bài hát Money Klip

Sicc
Street
This is for all my ballers
clockers and them

Got my all creased up
Me and my all sleeped up
Keep my all greased up
Chips and the clip all day
Hood through this rap shit to get paid

I'm all about money, rapping, and smoking up
And family, believe we all sleaved up
Creep up like an army for war
We can smoke a whole crowd like crime, searching for
Never enough, is tough in the ghetto
Either you're balling or trying to get your case settled
Nothing petty, getting on the daily
Can't risk it for bullshit, I feed my baby
motherfuckers, I keep them at a distance
I got your heart pumping a piston, listen
You got it twisted I'm a broke man
A stupid motherfucker with no plans
No brands, no loaded weapon in my
Taking from me? No chance
You slow dance with the
'cause I've worked too damn hard to get to level

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If you have dough for Mr. Shadow
Then you here for, there's the door, you gotta go
Responsible for move like a chess game
Your next step gives or takes away next aim
pay is the way I live
Never had to in 219 to 56
When shit gets harder you get stronger
They say we got a life, homey make it longer
Watch who you to, money talks when it wants to
the world spin like 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 ball is
Jotos us, they want photos
Can't see gangsters a ride
Want us working like a 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 you're ready to do big things go ahead and us
Better involve us or else gonna face problems
Two feet from you the shape of revolvers
And if you try to make I'ma hear of it
Too damn good at bossing, a career of it
So stand clear of it, or get with it
You talk about it motherfucker, I it

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