Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Money

This is money fo life, understand huh
is quiet money fo life, TBS huh
Get it right, huh

This another one stressing
Keep pressing, guessing
Please I'm in the cut wit a she's blessing
Where I been that's the key

Niggas keep repping
I must to left some kind of deep impression, the essence
I in lesson if you seeking reference
Never ya weapon

See me if you connections we insessing
Built aggression only accession
I mean my niggas wit flexions
So believe resting, leave the message

Fuck wit me niggas be you breathless, leave you naked
I keep it gully the Visa Question we perfect this
That's got us extra hating
No explanation for the murders just recreations

rap shit got us celebrating
Like we saving, we in hell satan
are waiting smell probation, serve time got us telemaking
Legendary now can't tell me nating
(Nothing)

Yo, at fourteen my hot ass was chasing
At fifteen my brother told me get digits
me every penny count nigga hit them trinches
Don't to hard don't burn no riches

Don't trust no if ya doe is heavy
And don't smoke with her if the blunt rolled
No ass betting if you show it you blast it
Math class on the yeah I past it

Die right now take from you bastards
Fuck it throw a fifth of Henny in my
got my ass kicked, never had a pitbull
I just went to school with the clip full

nigga act get a clip full
Mama me but the streets made me
Rum got me chasing this cream
a dollar in a dream hundred grams and a thro team

And I'm gone make the block
So's reing me up got the hood on
Bedstuy nigga you it's on
Gotta flow so strong, you could put it in a

When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns
Cash inside coffins, memories get lost you die
The is eye for an eye
But overall I will survive

When I die, I'm go in fashion, guns blasting
Cash inside coffins, memories get when you die
The is eye for an eye
But overall I will survive

Jump out the top
Catch you why you copping at that spot
Speak not you them bitches be your weak spot
I'm in the that's where y'all niggas scared to come at

all the guns at
Where my shorties them ones at
That's my son's at
You speak of war but you want that

I the timbs out and blow the GS wit the rims out
I air your bens out moms and her friend's out
I knock a lens out, I the boys and the mens out
I leave you lace up, you paralyzed from the up

I'll your face up, when I finish tossing cakes up
I'm the kris up, I iced the finger, neck and wrist up
If it's a mix up, at all the ones that I fix up
I mean, I fucked up, around you getting stuck up

Press ya luck up, this motherfucking truck up
I'm 'bout to black out, up to me to close this track out
I pull the mack out, I blow your chest and your out
And knock the glock out, air whole fucking block out

I knock a cop out, fuck a high school out
murders, two to sixty on a cop out
I'm fucking my nigga's up north on a lockout
The M A S A, you run your mouth we smack the out
We blow your face out, pay the to throw the case out

Check the and the cats that play in it
Quiet youngest lieutenant
Yeah world it's a minute, I'm in it
To my stop or blood touch the concrete

deep, these streets got me gripping my heat
Losing sleep, breaking day sling crack to
W.D. forty to sixty having dreams
The cash the cream from the cradle to the casket

Got the game tied up we the nasties
We flash we if it's on then we mash your beam
Yellow tape the and leave a nasty scene
back is spling ya brain, face and chest get sprayed

The desert the the spot when it bust your way
We we lay in the streets it's a must we play
We cook, we chop bust pots and clust the way
light to day it's only right that we cock and spray

We on could spot a snake from a block away
I told you a what the need is a change of speed
the realism
I'm a speed

When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, blasting
Cash inside coffins, get lost when you die
The is eye for an eye
But I will survive nigga

When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, blasting
Cash inside coffins, memories get when you die
The is eye for an eye
But overall I will survive