Luyện nghe bài hát Profit

Yep, yep, yep, bitch I'm all 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,

I got my on the corner
In the of the club with a sack
And they rolling up a
that country stash
You ain't seen a bull rider bumping UGK
Nah homie, you never seen that
Fuck it, pete, like a seat
Hip hop make 'em all back
Make a ping ball jealous of the bounce
Chevrolet tall like a cloud
Yeah, pick trailer park girl 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 'cause I'm nice
To spot a punk a homophobic
I'm on it, my know it
Get your up D-boy
I a D-boy, but my folks they grow it
Done clipped the bud and sold it
I been Bud, you ain't noticed?
I'm in the bible belt a church, in the lobby
they offering trade for that 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 em, lodging them
Cause fraudulous, yeah, my ho might been sporting shit
No and shit, no super Nintendo, but I got cartridges
Cartman shit, working my big old tool like I carpentry
Pardon me it's the, nigga you know me, the commodity
Probably catch me at penny province in poverty
they copping it, stopping me, nope
No ? Copping me,
P O T B E L L, why the hell riding my tail yeah
I'll it down a minute (what?)
I ain't been around a minute
These niggas feeling themselves I let em borrow the crown a minute
And I'll admit I get beside myself
Only 'cause I know I got rhymes
And my punch lines will fuck wit yo mind, I'm bucking, my

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

I am a Slumerican
Told he can swear 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
Y'all talk a lot of shit, tryna my skin
And has it I'm crazy, I need to see a therapist
Well if the shoe fits, fuck it wear it then
I'm a go getter, I would swear for ten
I'm bout to turn up a sombrero rim
I'm like a modern day Larry Flynn
It's Slum shit, baby fuck Perry fans
I rep Atlanta, I ain't never been to Paris,
I switch lanes, over like I'm Jeremy Lin
You can't admire me, let me catch you staring pimp
I'm a great white shark in this aquarium
When I was young, I kids out caroling
the holidays, they were pistol carrying
In the spare, getting paper was
I'm in my pocket, only thing there was lint
Well I compare then, don't want to spare a cent
We up in all black, in a pair of tens
I ran up in a baller's house, I lay it down
Motherfucker, me where it is, I'm bout to take that profit

Yep, yep, yep, bitch I'm all 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, yeah (profit)