Luyện nghe bài hát Money Klip

Sicc
Street
This is for all my ballers
Money and them

Got my khakis all up
Me and my all sleeped up
Keep my all greased up
Chips and the money all day
Hood banging this rap shit to get paid

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

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If you don't have dough for Mr.
Then what you here for, there's the door, you go
Responsible for every 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 gets harder you gotta get stronger
say we got a long life, homey make it longer
Watch who you talk to, talks when it wants to
the world spin like it has to
Don't let me catch you in my cookie jar
I can tell who the G's and the are
The way we is paranormal
Jotos envy us, they photos
Can't see gangsters doing a
Want us working like a or doing some time
Fuck all

Pit bossing, Dogging, clocking, stacking dollars
handing, smacking all you wanna be shot callers
You ballers you're stallers
But you're ready to do big things go ahead and call us
Better involve us or you're gonna face problems
Two away 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 about it motherfucker, I live it

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