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, guessing
Please I'm in the cut wit a bottle she's
Where I been the key question?

Niggas yelling repping
I must to left some kind of deep impression, peep the
I speak in lesson if you seeking
Never ya weapon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where all the at
Where my flip them ones at
where my son's at
You speak of war but you don't that

I blew the timbs out and blow the GS wit the out
I air bens out baby moms and her friend's out
I knock a lens out, I bring the and the mens out
I leave you lace up, you paralyzed the waste up

I'll fuck your face up, when I 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, fuck you getting stuck up

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

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

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

Beyond deep, these 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 green

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

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

We speeding on could spot a 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 coffins, memories get lost when you die
The is eye for an eye
But overall I will survive

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 overall I will survive