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
When was doing this shit son, you what I mean?
Yeah, the story

I done bags of powder down project toilets
You of found 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 what holding
I know, with crack viles stuck to they colon

The acid, done bubbled up, now stomach's is swollen
That just, in the hood, surrounded class, who we bag in our stash
The ultraviolet haze, we hit it and
We to the Ghost of old days, yeah, old ager hump
We rap renegades, must paid

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

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

Big fluffed out gooses on, Stan
The housing can suck our dicks, we jumping out
Of matchbox shit, next drip inhaling
Chilling, my throat frozen, my orange

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

I juggle this, practice, smuggle heroin in the
Keep a hood, I go and fuck a fat bitch
Actress, slinging the of five Cleopatra's
A cocaine Chef, I stretch money elastic
Nigga, my raps is bigger, with the muscle advantage
Jake Cutler on dust, when I blam

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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