Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Money

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

This another one stressing
Keep pressing, guessing
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 kind of deep impression, the essence
I in lesson if you seeking reference
Never leave ya

See me if you need connections we
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 gully like the Visa Question we this
That's got us extra hating
No for the murders just rap-a-lations recreations

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

Yo, at my hot ass was chasing bitches
At fifteen my told me get them digits
me every 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 smoke with her if the rolled already
No ass betting if you show it you betta it
Math on the corner yeah I past it

Die right now take twenty 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 full

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

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

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

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

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

I blew the out and blow the GS wit the rims out
I air your out baby moms and her friend's out
I a lens out, I bring the boys and the mens out
I you lace up, you paralyzed from the waste up

I'll fuck your up, when I finish tossing cakes up
I'm eating the kris up, I iced the finger, and wrist up
If a mix up, look at all the ones that I fix up
I mean, I fucked up, fuck around you stuck up

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

I knock a cop out, fuck a high school out
murders, two to sixty on a cop out
I'm fucking with my nigga's up on a lockout
The M A S A, you run your 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 touch the concrete

Beyond deep, streets 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 if it's on then we mash your beam
tape the sidewalk and leave a nasty scene
Your back is spling ya brain, face and get sprayed

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

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

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 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