Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Money

This is quiet fo life, understand huh
This is quiet 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
I been that's the key question?

Niggas yelling keep
I must to left kind of deep impression, peep the essence
I speak in lesson if you seeking
leave ya weapon

See me if you need connections we
Built only brief accession
I my niggas filled wit flexions
So believe resting, leave the message

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jump out the top
you why you copping at that weed spot
Speak not you know bitches be your weak spot
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 of war but you don't want that

I blew the timbs out and the GS wit the rims out
I air your bens out baby and her friend's out
I knock a out, I bring 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 eating the kris up, I iced the finger, and wrist up
If it's a mix up, look at all the ones I fix up
I mean, I fucked up, fuck around you stuck up

Press ya luck up, back this motherfucking up
I'm 'bout to black out, it's up to me to this track out
I pull the 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 high 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 your mouth we the tast out
We blow your face out, pay the to throw the case out

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

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

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

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

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

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