Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Money

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

another one street stressing
Keep pressing, guessing
Please I'm in the cut wit a bottle she's
Where I been the key question?

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

See me if you connections we insessing
Built only brief accession
I mean my filled wit flexions
So believe he's resting, leave the

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

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

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

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

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

First nigga act get a full
raised 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 hood on
Bedstuy you know it's on
flow so strong, you could put it in a bomb

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

Jump out the top
Catch you why you copping at that weed
Speak not you know 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 them ones at
That's 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 your bens out baby and her friend's out
I knock a lens out, I bring the and the mens out
I leave you lace up, you from the waste up

I'll fuck your face up, when I finish cakes up
I'm eating the 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 up, fuck around you getting stuck up

Press ya up, back this motherfucking truck up
I'm 'bout to out, it's up to me to close this track out
I pull the mack out, I blow your chest and your out
And knock the glock out, air this whole 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 up north on a lockout
The M A S A, you run your mouth we the tast out
We blow your out, pay the judge to throw the case out

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

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

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

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

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

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 I will survive nigga

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