Luyện nghe bài hát Na Na Nana Na Na

Dipset, as we what have we here?
Take that, take that, it's 0-9
One thing to do get muthafucka

I pulled off na, na, na, na, na, na
They would of tried some bullshit but a nigga had the
only got me 'cause they caught it on a camera
They wanna but they ain't got no stamina

said damn man, you lookin' like Pac
I said, nah not alive, man I'm like Jones
I put money on your skull and bones
And it low, watch what you say up on those fuckin' phones

Touch down and getcha ass the fuck up
Just like a of clothes
Hey, ma we stretch work you touch your toes
And in the of July we got that summer snow

I got 'em snowboarding in August and I love a bitch
But the Porsche look
Harlem is one big ski slalom, I the hill is like the Swiss Alps
We them whips out

We money like na, na, na, na, na, na
at the flash throwin' money at the cameras
Twin out speeding with the scanners
Breeze past the cops na, na, na, na, na, na

We money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Lookin' at my ass don't you he had a camera
We gettin' money na, na, na, na, na, na
Drop top at the light screamin' life is

If there's on my head I hope they got a receipt
Cool your old ass off 'cause it's hot on these
I got and they not on a leash
So you you understand, do you copy, capesh?

At this point I don't think could take it
Sharks in the they won't make it to safety
And even though we been gettin' cake
And now the money taste like pastry, they hate me

Now me how I look
Would you rather live life me or by the book?
Sheesh, we are we are
the wrong move will put your faggot ass in the ER

Flat if it's red apples fallin' hit me on the bat line
I'm back for mine some more flyin'
The flyest nigga you that got a knack for crime, na, na

We gettin' money na, na, na, na, na, na
Waitin' at the flash money at the cameras
turbs out speeding with the scanners
Breeze past the cops na, na, na, na, na, na

We money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Lookin' at my ass you wish he had a camera
We gettin' money na, na, na, na, na, na
Drop top at the light screamin' is good

And what you do
I cop out the future, pocket so fat like Raspusha
I I'm gettin' used to lifestyle rich and conspicuous
Chicks want to get with us, the feds flicks of us

all know I put on for Harlem
Tell rich Broadway I took it up level
I took 80, it on a Beezle
the new Fiskar, flew it through the ghetto

The of opulence
The jewels drippin', we droppin' on top and shit
Who would think this kid from the projects
Get his so cold you would think he's lethargic

The wrist look hypothermia set in
Pick a club that the burner don't get in
We pop champagne the club let out
I drink and I and then I piss a nigga rent out

We gettin' like na, na, na, na, na, na
Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the
turbs out speeding with the scanners
Breeze past the cops na, na, na, na, na, na

We gettin' like na, na, na, na, na, na
Lookin' at my ass don't you he had a camera
We gettin' like na, na, na, na, na, na
Drop top at the light screamin' life is

You the rules nigga? Fly high or get flew over
with us or get rolled over, ain't nothin' change
Just the decimal muthafucka, you get the point?
Money, money, money, make dollars, don't make sense
Fuck you nigga, suck a too, Jones