Luyện nghe bài hát My Money Straight

[feat. Guce, Black C & Jun3]
E-40]
What's y'all this E-40 mayne
I had to bring back that old mob sound
I had to go get my partna C and my nigga Guce
Yumtombout, our money is straight, nuggah
Beotch!
Yung Jun]
Please hold up me for one
My money
bunch of ice I'm freezing
My money
And oh yeah, I'm E
My straight
So please worry bout me
My money
[Verse 1:
Uhh, I'm breaking down a quarter pound on a dude who play a Gillette razor blade
a bucket of battery 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 molly
Hoes be giving me all kinds of and hugges
But they don't wanna fuck me they wanna fuck my cousins
I be thuggin' it to the mayne I push
Be all up in the courthouse like Kush
Hiding in the truck latter mane I be gone
day by myself I smoke at least a half a zone
Finger on the chrome, it be known
in the dome, wanna know what's wrong
I ain't never play to I play to win
If it's money being then I want in
My won't fold it won't bend
Brought a one room (for what) just to keep my money in (beotch)
[Hook x2: Yung
[Verse 2: C]
Oh yeah, my money
You can ask them bad bitches in my until 8
like they can't wait to put it in they face
If she ain't down it then we plan a limit date
Plus I represent this Bay, so I gotta it res-ial
I'm off a pis-ial so fuck how they fis-ial
A hundred dollar biz-ials I'm on you suckers
round top down if a player feeling smothered
We customs made 4's on the whip, holes sitting nice
The paint blue but it's green in the light
We goin call that a rocking D-boy ice
My D-boy swag I'm from that life
Black Ceaser be the name Black C is they call me
R.B.O. the camp hundreds be the army
Yeah ya boy ballin sumthing like
And it's bad bitches that a real nigga call me
[Hook: Jun]
[Verse 3:
Purple in my cup looking I'm playing posses
You can get it with this chopper or the shotgun
My money straight off the and the Vodka
Errday we like I won an Oscar
Gangsta, from the of choppers and body bags
We ride shit that move like it crawl that
We them toys all year like Toys-R-Us
You like a nigga can't play bo's and dump truck
I'm threw what they created ghetto broads
A trauma water ya trauma boy and still on call
I'm balling the Phoenix Suns, playing zone
And make these bitches run for it, Marion
Finger fuckin' the trigger like pussy when I the
You wanna beef I ya hat broker helper
When I'm on ya line can't help ya
Empty ass not a leg that a felt up
My money
[Hook: Jun]