Luyện nghe bài hát Money Up

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

Bring money up, hey, bring your paper up, hoe
What we Dough, what we stackin'? 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
inspiration, talkin' money chasin'
Talkin' chasin', taught we got to get it
Sittin' back waitin' on somethin', man, I with it

You niggaz bumpin' 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 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 think that we stop now and show some pity?

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 just get mo'

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

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

I keep a big pistol, who the fuck it?
Niggaz still Who the fuck done it?
Niggaz threats man who the fuck comin'?
Ain't no pussies over here ain't 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 money up, stack your money up
I gotta stack that up, so we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, smoke
Ballin' all day and I 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 get dough

Fuck metaphors, gettin' all
Rap shit is easy, y'all this shit an obstacle
This is basic training, you the ropes
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 just to rhyme
of all stay prayed up and stay on your grind
And when your come be ready to shine

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