Luyện nghe bài hát Money Klip

Sicc
Street
This is for all my ballers
Money clockers and

Got my khakis all up
Me and my homies all up
Keep my all greased up
Chips and the clip all day
Hood banging through rap shit to get paid

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

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

Pit bossing, Dogging, clocking, stacking dollars
Back handing, smacking all you wanna be callers
You ain't ballers stallers
But when you're ready to do big go ahead and call us
Better us or else you're 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 clear of it, or get rushed with it
You talk about it motherfucker, I it

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