Luyện nghe bài hát Rec-Room Therapy

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

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

The acid, done up, now they stomach's is swollen
That just, life in the hood, 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, stay paid

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 shit, next drip inhaling
Chilling, my throat frozen, my orange

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

I this, practice, smuggle heroin in the cactus
Keep a hood, I still go and fuck a fat
Actress, slinging the backs of five
A cocaine Chef, I stretch like elastic
Nigga, my raps is bigger, dynamics the muscle advantage
Jake Cutler on dust, I blam shit

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(Get money)
Get money,
(Get money)

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

Yo, we been bagging since eighteen, kid, polo rugs on gloves on
Rented cars, fronting on broads
Gum slow, half moon, leather pants, Avia
Keep your hands off my and my waves

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

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

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(Get money)
Get money,
(Get money)

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(Get money)
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(Get money)

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

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

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

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(Get money)
Get money,
(Get money)

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