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
Just picture the is on it
And it's flashy, flauntin', funny that them people only want that gold to it
I need that gold to wear it on the like I'm Jordan
Performin', I'm scorin' way more I'm supposed to and I'm lookin' way better in person than my photos
But let's not about me
Let's talk this
If too hot then take your hands off
Pass it Joe Montana

Hats off,
Now what do you forward to, the landing or the take off
Get back cause them apes I gotta harlem 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 this
You got to do
you die
you die

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

[Verse 3: Freddie
Who knew this rappin' would pay off
I'm firin' up the like 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 change with be the same bitch I'm gonna shake off
The of the mid yo
to Richard Dent a nigga
Peace to all my OT and the gifts they love to send a nigga
Fresh white and a black d bones
We done rode back and [?]
Bend these foes on stage at the show blowin' out swishas witcha
(Feel it nigga)
If ya'll broke I can keep my day job
Ski is my uniform 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 white t and 6 carmines
Hoppin' out some 2010 shit yes, the car's
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 prepared I'm pimpin' my out
Then to my lair
The hideout
Your honey's go out in my crib like a fugitive
She wanna have a ball I told her I got two to
She see the flashin' lights and red carpet
I let her pop a double stack, I'm tryin' to start
She's on her bare layin' in a bear skin
Her super thick and it's fair skin, I'm there then
On my sofa smokin' jacket Gucci loafers and I'm blowin' on a while she's blowin' me
It's