Luyện nghe bài hát Money Up

I run my money up, shorty stack your money up
I gotta stack 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, your paper up, hoe
we stackin'? Dough, what we stackin'? Dough, So we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just gotta get

I'm talkin' dedication, motivation
Talkin' inspiration, talkin' chasin'
Talkin' chasin', taught we got to get it
Sittin' back waitin' on somethin', man, I with it

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

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

I run my money up, shorty stack your money up
I gotta stack that 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
What we stackin'? Dough, what we Dough, So we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just get dough

Yeah, I'm smellin' myself, I'm like money
Jefferson, Jackson, Ben Frank
Old school, new school, big bank
You so funny

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

Now, back to the message at
I'm talkin' get money, and Japan
Germany, Australia, France and
niggaz everywhere, we get to the money man

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

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

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

First of all get your own hustle, watch mine
We all spit game, mine just to rhyme
Second of all stay up and stay on your grind
And when your come be ready to shine

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