Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet

Don't anybody know somebody who know
Who know somebody who know somebody who got mollys
Karate Kid but I even know karate
Kush got my low like Mr. Miyagi
East Atlanta Santa, my stomach fat and jolly
Fucked up 50 grand in Vegas with my Paully
Got the battle of the bands going in my
And if you think of robbin Gucci, you gon have problems
Servin' pies, all my pies got extra toppings
And I be shittin' on all these niggas just pigeon droppings
Thirty grand in all hundreds, I do the wallet
And I'm about to fly to New York cause I'm shoppin'

I take a brick, break off a brick and a deuce
Way I'm beating up all babies call it child abuse
Way I'm beating that white girl, that's domestic
And my money talk for me cause I be being

Quiet, quiet, cause I be being
I let my money talk for me 'cause I be being

Quiet, quiet, cause I be quiet
I let my money talk for me 'cause I be quiet

Break a 4-way off a and then I'm bout to fry it
My money gettin' obese, shit is on a diet
I sip lean all day every day until the kid is
I make em search for that inner this pussy's wired
If you you can defeat me, fuck it nigga, try it
I got squares all in my trunk I think he buy it
Got a G-4 but I do not no one to fly it
I'm so fly that I might stop and be a pilot
Gucci Mane the shit and you deny it
I got the in a knot and you can't untie it
I let my do the talking, I be being quiet,
And I get money out the streets but keep my private!

I take a brick, off a brick and cook a deuce
Way I'm beating up all these call it child abuse
Way I'm beating that white girl, that's violence
And my money for me cause I be being quiet

Quiet, quiet, cause I be being
I let my money talk for me and I be being

Quiet, quiet, cause I be quiet
I let my money talk for me 'cause I be quiet