Luyện nghe bài hát Oil Money

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

Hats off,
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 shit to 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 wintertime I a flight to somewhere sunny
to visit
Fuck yo couch they shouldn't have us niggas money
For the
Like woulda said in '94
jodisee and anything I say will probly go
While we in that 'Lac truck headed to the mall
Now we coppin' though I left my wallet in the car
Yeah she got it, deposit we got it, good good head and it's all copasetic
She and she get it, priceless
The nice tits, she got look twice chest, she righteous we might just
the Mercedes in the front just to give 'em what they want
Cameras hoppin' out with the blunt

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

4: Bun B]
Fresh pair of levi's 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
just like Isaiah
A playa, the pro bowl, the
I'm so cold, stare
The ho stroll's I'm pimpin' my ride out
Then to my lair
The hideout
Your honey's go hide out in my like a fugitive
She wanna have a I told her I got two to give
She wanna see the flashin' 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 thick and it's fair skin, I'm there then
On my sofa jacket Gucci loafers and I'm blowin' on a swisher while she's blowin' me
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