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 homies all up
my pockets all greased up
Chips and the money 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, searching for
Never enough, life is in the ghetto
Either you're balling or you're trying to get case settled
Nothing petty, getting on the daily
Can't risk it for bullshit, I gotta feed my
Shady motherfuckers, I keep at a distance
I got your pumping like 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 from me? No chance
You slow dance with the
'cause I've worked too 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 game
Your next step gives or takes away your aim
pay is the way I live
Never had to in 219 to 56
shit gets harder you gotta get stronger
They say we got a life, homey make it longer
Watch who you talk to, talks when it wants to
Makes the 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 is paranormal
Jotos envy us, they want
see gangsters doing a ride
Want us working like a slave or doing some
Fuck all

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

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