Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Money

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

This another one stressing
Keep pressing, he's
Please I'm in the cut wit a bottle blessing
Where I been the key question?

Niggas yelling repping
I must to left some kind of deep impression, peep the
I in lesson if you seeking reference
leave ya weapon

See me if you need we insessing
Built aggression brief accession
I mean my niggas wit flexions
So believe he's resting, the message

Fuck wit me would be you breathless, leave you naked
I keep it gully like the Question we perfect this
That's probation got us hating
No explanation for the murders rap-a-lations recreations

This rap shit got us
we saving, we in hell with satan
Jails are waiting smell probation, serve got us telemaking
Legendary now niggas can't me nating
(Nothing)

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

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

Die right now take twenty from you
it throw a fifth of Henny in my casket
Never got my ass kicked, never had a
I just to high school with the clip full

First nigga act get a full
Mama me but the streets made me
Rum got me hazy chasing cream
Fuck a dollar in a dream hundred grams and a thro

And I'm gone make the work
So's reing me up got the on clockwork
Bedstuy you know it's on
Gotta so strong, you could put it in a bomb

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

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

out the drop top
Catch you why you at that weed spot
Speak not you know them bitches be 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 blew the timbs out and blow the GS wit the out
I air your bens out baby and her friend's out
I a lens out, I bring the boys and the mens out
I leave you lace up, you from the waste up

I'll fuck your face up, when I finish tossing up
I'm eating the kris up, I the finger, neck and wrist up
If a mix up, look at all the ones that I fix up
I mean, I up, fuck around you getting stuck up

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

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

the game and the cats that play in it
Quiet money youngest
Yeah it's been a minute, I'm in it
To my heart or blood touch the concrete

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

Got the game up we the nasties team
We flash we steam if it's on we mash your beam
Yellow tape the sidewalk and leave a nasty
Your is spling ya brain, face and chest get sprayed

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

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

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

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