Luyện nghe bài hát Pound Cake

Couple investments, a few of 'em made some major
Keep your two pennies, if you ain't made a cent
I learned the game and been getting publishing ever
People ain't made a dollar will say they ain't convinced
When you to 7-11 on some handle bars
You vision how catchy hooks could take a man to Mars
The problem is y'all only just wanna hang with stars
Lauryn sing and I wanted to take the world from Nas
I but I still demand applause
I've given infinite gifts, I still like Santa Clause
acting like girls I call it mano-pause
This the type of verse that I bet you that of man would pause
I stop and give these haters what they ask for
99 or more inside a cash drawer
I'm the type to keep a passport on the dashboard, looking for a south of France to make a dash for
Feeling like Damon Dash moving that acappella
When is bleak I hit the freeway like it's Roc-A-Fella
It's a decade, get a clue that you could stop me never
You'd have a better chance of trying to a hot propeller
On a jet smoking a cigarette, with gasoline on ya hands
Kerosene on ya breath, oh yes I do it the best, get then you are blessed I do it for what it's worth and I'll never do it for less, stress
Never that, I know the album is more than
Looked quantity in the face and told it you're wait
Send a salute to the people who push the culture straight, and those who culture hate I hope you don't get to procreate
Met with some rappers industry people over rate
Met with the Devil but said I wouldn't
Lyor made millions, Jay millions
And if Cam made millions I'm feelin' like I can relate
Killa -- see Mr. Koopa got 'em jealous
People that hang with Mr. Koopa turn to sky
I'm from a city where the skinny to pie sellers
And if any say making millis then they lie tellers

The struggle will cease
Your struggle look like a puddle, my struggle look a -- sheesh
I'm visualizing it clear I'm Mr. Michael Artis
It's either Jackson or I feel like Michael on beats
Could'a been on a beach, instead I turn't to a
The clarity of my raps think I created speech
Saw me dirty my cleats all over Houston streets
The hundreds stay in my
The stay on a leash
*Bark*, I know you hear them dogs
That hype beasting is in Houston we call boppin'
I make I'm pay for all my words it's a blog auction
And Go what she tells me when we blog shopping
I'm the type that'd it and give it a fee
And you the type that make it wouldn't take it for free
They look at you and they like "tell me what's in it for me" and take ya disc if you put it under their Christmas tree
Me, let's about consistency
Consistently make 'em feel these other rappers ain't sick as me
I'm currently in city they'll get to see
The suite that they'll ever see is a pack of swishas G
My OG be calling me to tell me the streets miss me
He know I'm but the reason is I eat picky
Like PlayStation pump fakin' and you'll see quickly
The game they'll always end up with a 360
Albums coming, I tell the doubters just wait then
Shot videos and you know I'd never waste a lens
They sleeping on me could hope that they never again
But gotta be sleep when you're planning a rude awakening

Cash everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill

Hey yo Texas you know the puzzles what I had to
Ya prodigy be bringing havoc I had a mob
Had enemies, so them odds what I had to dodge
And now I'm riding in cars look like avatars
They ain't never had the soft never had the hard, try to make it sound deep to pretend they have a cause
them yellow bricks, no, that's where you have to pause
Most of 'em cowardly and lying the man on Oz
They to you, falsifying within their little bars
They'd probably try to tell you really had a job
Tell you how had to starve; how they had rob
Like I went to and took a blessing from the hand of God
Nah
Sorry I don't don't it
Don't what ya reading
Who the that achieved it?
Not them, we did
Irrelevance is as as the person that said it, and you ain't never did anything, don't you ever forget it
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You borrow your mothers car and put half a tank of