Luyện nghe bài hát Oil Money

[Verse 1: Inglish]
Where do we to go
I know, let me know where we end up
Cause I'm not to sit and watch it get us
picture the stickers is on it
And it's flashy, flauntin', funny that them people only want gold to pawn it
I need gold to wear it on the court like I'm Jordan
Performin', I'm scorin' way more than I'm supposed to and I'm way better in person than my photos
But not talk about me
Let's talk about
If it's too hot then your hands off
Pass it Joe Montana

off, salute
Now what do you forward to, the landing or the take off
Get back cause them apes I harlem shake off
I got the paint, I just need some to paint on

This is a
Not to make you cry
But to open up your
And in lullaby
You got to do
you die
you die

[Verse 2: Chip Tha
Cleveland nigga I catch a flight to somewhere sunny
Come to
Fuck yo couch they shouldn't gave us niggas money
For the
Like woulda said in '94
Bumpin jodisee and anything I say probly go
While we smoking in that 'Lac headed to the mall
Now we coppin' though I left my wallet in the car
Yeah she got it, deposit we got it, good credit good head and all copasetic
She and she get it, priceless
The nice tits, she got that look chest, she righteous we might just
Valet the Mercedes in the front just to give 'em they want
Cameras hoppin' out with the blunt

[Verse 3: Gibbs]
Who this rappin' shit would pay off
I'm firin' up the kill I got fired on my day off
See a whole lotta niggas get and like some broad they like to break off
And the same old bitch that their change with be the same bitch I'm gonna shake off
The of the mid yo
Quick to Richard a nigga
Peace to all my OT hoes and the gifts they love to send a
Fresh white socks and a black d
We done rode back and [?]
Bend these foes on stage at the show out those swishas witcha
(Feel it nigga)
If ya'll then I can keep my day job
Ski mask is my uniform and dope dealers gonna stay robbed
T-top and my dank still stinkin' and I crush ya feelings like the saints did peyton

4: Bun B]
Fresh pair of white t and 6 carmines
Hoppin' out 2010 shit yes, the car's mine
Sittin' in Corinthians sit watch the stars shine
I know you starstruck shit I can leave a star
Booyah just like
A playa, the pro bowl, the
I'm so cold, they
The ho stroll's prepared I'm pimpin' my out
back to my lair
The hideout
Your honey's go hide out in my crib like a
She wanna have a I told her I got two to give
She wanna see the lights and red carpet
I let her pop a double stack, I'm tryin' to start
on her bare skin layin' in a bear skin
Her body's super thick and fair skin, I'm there then
On my sofa smokin' jacket loafers and I'm blowin' on a swisher while she's blowin' me
over