Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Money

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

This another one street
Keep pressing, he's
I'm in the cut wit a bottle she's blessing
Where I been that's the key

Niggas keep repping
I must to left some of deep impression, peep the essence
I speak in lesson if you seeking
Never leave ya

See me if you need we insessing
Built aggression only brief
I mean my filled wit flexions
So believe resting, leave the message

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

This rap shit got us
Like we saving, we in with 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 me get them digits
Told me every penny count nigga hit trinches
Don't floss to don't burn no riches

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

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

nigga act get a clip full
Mama raised me but the streets me
Rum got me hazy this cream
Fuck a in a dream hundred grams and a thro team

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

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

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

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

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

I the timbs out and blow the GS wit the rims out
I air your out baby moms and her friend's out
I knock a out, I bring the boys and the mens out
I you lace up, you paralyzed from the waste 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, at all the ones that I fix up
I mean, I up, fuck around you getting stuck up

Press ya up, back this motherfucking 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 whole fucking out

I knock a cop out, fuck a high school 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 your we smack the tast out
We blow face out, pay the judge to throw the case out

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

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

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

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 pots 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 away
I you a what the game need is a change of speed
Visualize the
I'm a dangerous

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