Luyện nghe bài hát N Luv Wit My Money

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Big and Vouges
Them 20 inches low
We Ball 24's 7's all we know
Screens and neon gon show
my trunk unlock pop and show
Ya know
drippin off the door
Not Engaged no lady, fall in love with em no!
You may I'm crazy never knew this type of love before
I'm with my foreign, yes I'm married to my dough....
I'm in with my money... mmmm

You can me squeezing grain
crooked on D's and swangz
Color lizard he's insane
Ya womans then he's to blame
Charge it to the game the change
Most marriages and die...
When its I'm tellin her bye
But she like I'm tellin a lie
While you in love with a she...
I rather be a G
you see me in a car that rhymes with rent me and starts with a B
Could you see a
Parked in the spot in ya hood
coat on top of the hood
And my fist on top of the
good
say you ain't after my change I believe ya
If a skeezer ask me to her
With my then I'm gon leave her
Koopa don't want ya koopa need ya
{ But I You } Thats sweet
I rather be on glass feet
With up under my ass cheeks
Its not like I changed night
Been actin like this since last
Better Ask P my money stretched like an athelete at a track
him last week in a Jag Jeep
{ But they don't even make them yet }
Ok I'm lyin I don't what it was
but I that boi was sittin on buttons
I you want a relationship with a balla but no thanx Look
I'd be shining my twanks
You think this is a bank but it ain't
money and never would shink
hoes be dikin even be fightin....
I pull up on 20 inch titans
'cause I got what girls be likin
uhh...

[Paul
on hold up a second man
I never mack to a metro
You better the game
See my chain and correct ya brain
I love my car like it was my girlfriend I like to carress the
Followed the wheel and I got
swung in the ditch and I the frame
Broke up with my foreign car and fell in love with my
The Ringling Brothers enquired to how my trunk turns flips an acrobat
I act a rat, I'm from the gutter
ya stutter when I pull up next to ya
You with the girl 6 months Paul Wall
is the reason she give sex to ya
Why all plex in ya
a german company made my rims
My big body's pregant with twins I'm bout to induce a benz
Ya car was fly in the hood but my candy paint just wet ya
I'm sittin on 22 inch baby sitters threatin ya name
Forgot to change the diaper so when I crept in the lane I a stain
it rains, paint drips It makes a mess and I get the blame
My TV's are the pet I I can make em roll over and play dead
My car was on the freeway
but when I stopped at the it changed to red
You betta re arrange ya thinkin I trick my cash to a broad...
Go and ask ya broad I got more green than the grass in a yard
And thats so raw It ain't for me to get the class to applaud
I shine like a blasting star, glass on a car more than tar