Luyện nghe bài hát Rec-Room Therapy

Ight, now, is how we gon' do this shit
You know what I'm Niggaz wasn't out in the streets back then
When was doing this shit son, you what I mean?
Yeah, the story

I done flushed bags of powder down toilets
You could of of me on the steps dusted, unable to call it
Jums in my pocket, the was stolen, tapping pockets
On the local drug dealers, to see what they holding
I know, niggaz with crack stuck to they colon

The acid, bubbled up, now they stomach's is swollen
just, life in the hood, surrounded class, who we bag in our stash
The haze, we hit it and pass
We toast to the Ghost of old days, yeah, old hump
We rap renegades, must stay

Get
(Get money)
Get money,
(Get money)

Get
(Get money)
Get money,
(Get money)

Big fluffed out on, Stan Smiths
The cops can suck our dicks, we jumping out
Of convertible matchbox shit, drip inhaling
Chilling, my throat frozen, my orange

Bottles of Cru, bitches with Baby Phats, swinging ax
They singing, you blinging, daddy, now bring it back
The smokest rap niggas, honey, need a match
To bust the game open, I'mma need an axe

I juggle this, practice, heroin in the cactus
Keep a hood, I still go and a fat bitch
Actress, the backs of five Cleopatra's
A cocaine Chef, I stretch like elastic
Nigga, my is bigger, dynamics with the muscle advantage
Cutler on dust, when I blam shit

Get
(Get money)
Get money,
(Get money)

Get
(Get money)
Get money,
(Get money)

Yo, we been bagging since eighteen, kid, polo on with gloves on
Rented cars, fronting on winning
Gum slow, moon, leather pants, Avia days
Keep hands off my blunt and my waves

Benetton, Superman bomb, in the lobby, we clapping
Hats on, your moms, you know how we play
something down if the team say
It's on, I dedicate my to the PJ's
Triple beams, Pyrex jars, smoking weeds
All we did is look mad fly, rings

Whatever homeboy, you want it, you could get receipt
A closer, you can sense we got heat
It's only me plus other ill gangstas
We all anxious to blow up your and spank shit

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(Get money)
Get money,
(Get money)

Get
(Get money)
Get money,
(Get money)

I'm down for the get down, hit the town, sick the on 'em
I rip clowns, I flip pounds, I spit
I'm on the prowl, my stomach growl, crushed by the
through Loud Records, drop mushroom clouds
I'm not a rapper, I'm spellbound, I melt your G-Force
With heat walks, free falling to a money, bet he's hungry

Spread the honey, big head inside the
Mix lead inside my lungies, spend bread on my
And such and such, Ghost plugged me with slut
Please, don't hug me, bug me, I'm ugly I fuck
I'm like a jungle hunter, bust off in Heather

Double cross me, lift your off your feet, 'course he's feather
Whatever, whatever, he independence
players get fried, playing both sides of the ends
Keep your eyes on your friends, 'cuz spy for the feds
Watch me rise from the dead, I got with the dreads

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(Get money)
Get money,
(Get money)

Get
(Get money)
Get money,
(Get money)