Luyện nghe bài hát My Money Straight

[feat. Guce, C & Young Jun3]
[Talking:
What's happenin' y'all this E-40
I had to bring back old school mob sound
I had to go get my partna Black C and my nigga
Yumtombout, our money is straight, nuggah
Beotch!
Yung Jun]
Please up me for one reason
My straight
Whole of ice I'm freezing
My money
And oh yeah, I'm E
My straight
So please don't bout me
My straight
[Verse 1:
Uhh, I'm breaking down a quarter pound on a dude who play with a Gillette blade
With a bucket of acid to throw my candy in case the po-po ray
I be beastin and I be and I be mobbin'
Any bitch nigga that got a problem I'm whomp
Hoes be giving me all kinds of kisses and
But they don't really wanna fuck me they wanna fuck my
I be it to the fullest mayne I push
Be all up in the courthouse smelling Kush
in the fire truck latter mane I be gone
Every day by myself I smoke at least a half a
Finger on the chrome, it be known
Throwed in the dome, wanna know wrong
I never play to lose I play to win
If it's money generated then I want in
My won't fold it won't bend
a one room apartment (for what) just to keep my money in (beotch)
[Hook x2: Jun]
2: Black C]
Oh yeah, my straight
You can ask them bad bitches in my court 8
like they can't wait to put it in they face
If she ain't down with it then we plan a date
Plus I represent this Bay, so I gotta keep it
I'm gone off a pis-ial so fuck how fis-ial
A hundred dollar biz-ials I'm ballin' on you
Ridin' top down if a player feeling smothered
We customs 4's on the whip, Bentley holes sitting nice
The paint blue but it's green in the light
We goin that a sprite rocking D-boy ice
My swag I'm from that D-boy life
Black Ceaser be the name Black C is what call me
R.B.O. the camp hundreds be the army
ya boy ballin sumthing like Spalding
And it's only bad bitches that a real nigga me
[Hook: Yung
[Verse 3:
Purple in my cup looking like I'm playing
You can still get it with this or the shotgun
My money straight off the and the Vodka
Errday we celebrate like I won an
Gangsta, the city of choppers and body bags
We ride that move fast like it crawl that
We keep them toys all year like
You like a nigga that can't play bo's and dump
[Laughs] I'm threw they created ghetto broads
A water cause ya trauma boy and still on call
I'm balling like the Phoenix Suns, zone
And make bitches run for it, Marion Jones
Finger fuckin' the trigger like when I felt the
You wanna beef I touch ya hat broker
When I'm on ya line nobody help ya
Empty ass not a leg that a felt up
My straight
[Hook: Jun]