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
I'm in the cut wit a bottle she's blessing
Where I been that's the key

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

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

Fuck wit me niggas would be you breathless, you naked
I it gully like the Visa Question we perfect this
That's got us extra hating
No explanation for the murders just recreations

This rap shit got us
we saving, we in hell with satan
Jails are waiting smell probation, time got us telemaking
Legendary now niggas tell me nating
(Nothing)

Yo, at my hot ass was chasing bitches
At fifteen my brother me get them digits
Told me every penny count nigga hit them
Don't floss to hard don't 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 it you betta blast it
class on the corner yeah I past it

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

First act get a clip full
Mama raised me but the made me
Rum got me chasing this cream
Fuck a dollar in a dream hundred and a thro team

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

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

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 nigga

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

Where all the at
Where my shorties them ones at
where my son's at
You speak of war but you want that

I the timbs out and blow the GS wit the rims out
I air your bens out 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

fuck your face up, when 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 fucked up, fuck you getting stuck up

Press ya luck up, back this truck up
I'm 'bout to black out, it's up to me to close this 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 your face out, pay the judge to throw the case out

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

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

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

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

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

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