Luyện nghe bài hát Pound Cake

Couple investments, a few of 'em some major sense
Keep your two pennies, if you ain't made a cent
I the game and been getting publishing ever since
People that ain't made a dollar will say they ain't
When you ride to 7-11 on handle bars
You can't vision how hooks could take a man to Mars
The problem is that y'all only just wanna hang stars
Heard Lauryn sing and I wanted to take the world Nas
I salute but I demand applause
I've infinite gifts, I still feel like Santa Clause
acting like girls I call it mano-pause
This the of verse that I bet you that type of man would pause
I can't stop and give 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 been moving that
When times is I hit the freeway like it's Roc-A-Fella
been a decade, get a clue that you could stop me never
You'd have a better chance of trying to stop a hot
On a jet while smoking a cigarette, with on ya hands
Kerosene on ya breath, oh yes I do it the best, get verses then you are blessed I do it for what it's worth and I'll do it for less, stress
that, I know the album is more than late
Looked quantity in the face and it you're gonna wait
Send a to the people who push the culture straight, and those who culture hate I just hope you don't get to procreate
Met with some rappers that industry people over
Met with the Devil but said I negotiate
Lyor millions, Jay made millions
And if Cam made millions I'm feelin' like I can sure
Killa -- see Mr. got 'em quite jealous
People that with Mr. Koopa turn to sky dwellers
I'm from a city where the turn to pie sellers
And if any say they making then they lie tellers

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

Cash rules everything me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla y'all

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