Luyện nghe bài hát Money Klip

Sicc
Life
This is for all my ballers
Money clockers and

Got my khakis all up
Me and my homies all up
Keep my pockets all up
and the money clip all day
Hood banging this rap shit to get paid

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

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If you have dough for Mr. Shadow
Then you here for, there's the door, you gotta go
for every move like a chess game
Your next step gives or away your next aim
Fast pay is the way I
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, money talks when it to
the world spin like it has to
Don't let me you dipping in my cookie jar
I can tell who the G's and the are
The way we ball is
envy 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 ballers you're stallers
But when you're ready to do big things go ahead and us
involve us or else you're gonna face problems
Two away from you the shape of revolvers
And if you try to moves I'ma hear of it
Too damn at bossing, made a career of it
So stand clear of it, or get with it
You talk about it motherfucker, I it

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