Luyện nghe bài hát Profit

Yep, yep, yep, bitch I'm all my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, don't try to count my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, so stay the up out my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, yep,

I got my on the corner
In the back of the club with a
And rolling up a jointer
Smoking country stash
You ain't never seen a bull rider UGK
Nah homie, you never seen that
it, pete, like a bucket seat
Hip hop make 'em all lean
Make a ping pong ball of the bounce
Chevrolet tall like a cloud
Yeah, pick another trailer park up
blonde digger, ding dong, get out
Yeah, let the lid out
Bud fuck in this jar, lightning bug
Southern hospitality, but I hospitalize you I'm nice enough
To spot a like a homophobic
I'm on it, my opponents it
Get money up D-boy
I ain't a D-boy, but my folks they it
clipped the bud and done sold it
I sipping Bud, you ain't noticed?
I'm in the belt like a church, in the lobby
Where they offering trade for profit

Yep, yep, yep, I'm all about my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, even try to count my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, so stay the up out my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, yep,

Let me get
Targeting artists, ain't no dodging em, them
Cause they fraudulous, yeah, my ho might been sporting
No tours and shit, no super Nintendo, but I got
Cartman shit, working my big old tool like I carpentry
Pardon me it's the, nigga you know me, the hottest
Probably catch me posted at penny province in
Cause they copping it, me, nope
No ? me, nope
P O T B E L L, why the hell they riding my tail
slow it down a minute (what?)
Cause I been around a minute
These feeling themselves cause I let em borrow the crown a minute
And I'll I get beside myself sometimes
Only 'cause I know I got rhymes
And my lines will fuck wit yo mind, I'm bucking, bout my

Yep, yep, yep, I'm all about my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, even try to count my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, so the fuck up out my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, yep,

I am a real
Told Yelawolf he can me in
I got a heavy double in my box Chevy
When my drop, everybody scared again
And I'm to win at all costs
talk a lot of shit, tryna tear my skin
And has it I'm crazy, I need to see a therapist
Well if the shoe fits, fuck it Imma it then
I'm a go getter, I would swear for ten
I'm to turn up like a sombrero rim
I'm kinda like a modern day Larry
Slum shit, baby fuck Katy Perry fans
I rep Atlanta, I never been to Paris, France
I switch lanes, crossing like I'm Jeremy Lin
You can't me, don't let me catch you staring pimp
I'm like a great white shark in aquarium
I was young, I knew kids out caroling
Around the holidays, they were pistol
In the spare, paper was imperative
I'm reaching in my pocket, only thing there was
Well I compare with then, don't to spare a cent
We suited up in all black, in a of tens
I ran up in a baller's house, I lay it down
Motherfucker, show me where it is, I'm to take that profit

Yep, yep, yep, I'm all about my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, don't even try to my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, so stay the up out my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, yep, yeah (profit)