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 bottle blessing
Where I that's the key question?

Niggas yelling keep
I must to some kind of deep impression, peep the essence
I speak in lesson if you reference
Never ya weapon

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

Fuck wit me niggas be you breathless, leave you naked
I keep it gully like the Visa Question we this
probation got us extra hating
No explanation for the murders just rap-a-lations

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

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

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

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

First nigga act get a full
Mama raised me but the made me
Rum got me hazy this cream
Fuck a dollar in a dream grams and a thro team

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

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 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 nigga

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

Where all the at
Where my shorties flip them at
where 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 knock a lens out, I bring the boys and the out
I leave you lace up, you paralyzed from the up

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

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

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

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

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

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

The desert the miss the when it bust your way
We touch we lay in the streets a must we play
We cook, we chop bust down and clust the way
From to day it's only right 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 speed

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