Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Money

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

This one street stressing
Keep pressing, he's
Please I'm in the cut wit a bottle blessing
I been that's the key question?

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

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

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

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

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

Don't no bitch if ya doe is heavy
And don't with 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 twenty from you bastards
Fuck it a fifth of Henny in my casket
Never got my ass kicked, never had a
I just went to high school with the clip

First act get a clip full
raised me but the streets made me
Rum got me hazy chasing this
Fuck a dollar in a hundred grams and a thro team

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

When I die, I'm go in fashion, guns blasting
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 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 where niggas scared to come at

Where all the at
Where my shorties flip them 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 bens out moms 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 fuck your face up, when I finish 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 up, fuck around you getting stuck up

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

I knock a cop out, fuck a school drop out
Attempt murders, two to 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 face out, pay the judge to the case out

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

Beyond deep, these streets got me my heat
Losing sleep, breaking day crack to fiends
W.D. to sixty having 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 we mash your beam
Yellow the sidewalk and leave a nasty scene
Your back is spling ya brain, and chest get sprayed

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

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

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 survive nigga

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