Luyện nghe bài hát Money Up

I gotta run my up, shorty stack your money up
I gotta that paper up, so we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, drank, plenty smoke
all day and I ain't mad I just gotta get mo'

Bring your money up, hey, bring your up, hoe
What we stackin'? Dough, what we Dough, So we can have
hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I mad I just gotta get dough

I'm dedication, talkin' motivation
Talkin' inspiration, talkin' money
paper chasin', taught we got to get it
Sittin' back waitin' on somethin', man, I ain't it

You bumpin' your gums, that talkin' better kill it
I'm sendin' a real yes homey I hope you get it
You head bouncers with them two big fitteds
Fuck him pop, man we up our digits

We got the keys to the
The West coast, down South and New York
You pussy niggaz silly, I you feelin' shitty
You that we gon' stop now and show some pity?

I gotta run my up, shorty stack your money up
I stack that paper up, so we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I mad I just gotta get mo'

Bring your money up, hey, bring paper up, hoe
we stackin'? Dough, what we stackin'? Dough, So we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, smoke
Ballin' all day and I mad I just gotta get dough

Yeah, I'm myself, I'm smellin' like money
Jefferson, Jackson, Ben money
Old school, new school, big money
You muh'fuckers so

I keep a big pistol, who the want it?
Niggaz still Who the fuck done it?
Niggaz sendin' threats man who the comin'?
Ain't no pussies over here nigga nobody runnin'

Now, back to the at hand
I'm get money, Africa and Japan
Germany, Australia, and Berlin
Hood niggaz everywhere, we get to the man

I gotta run my up, shorty stack your money up
I gotta stack that paper up, so we can
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I gotta get mo'

Bring your up, hey, bring your paper up, hoe
What we stackin'? Dough, what we stackin'? Dough, So we can
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just gotta get

metaphors, gettin' all philosophical
Rap shit is easy, y'all make this an obstacle
This is basic training, show you the
Man music is a product, it's just like dope

First of all get your own hustle, don't mine
We all spit game, mine happen to rhyme
of all stay prayed up and stay on your grind
And when your opportunity come be to shine

I gotta run my money up, shorty stack your up
I stack that paper up, so we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I gotta get mo'

Bring your money up, hey, bring paper up, hoe
What we stackin'? Dough, what we Dough, So we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I gotta