Luyện nghe bài hát Rec-Room Therapy

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

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

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

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

Bottles of Cru, with Baby Phats, they swinging ax
They singing, you still blinging, daddy, now bring it
The smokest rap niggas, honey, I'mma a match
To bust the game 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 money like
Nigga, my raps is bigger, dynamics with the muscle
Jake Cutler on dust, I blam shit

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

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

Yo, we bagging since eighteen, kid, polo rugs on with gloves on
cars, fronting on winning broads
Gum slow, half moon, leather pants, days
your hands off my blunt and my waves

Benetton, Superman bomb, in the lobby, we clapping
Hats on, protecting your moms, you how we play
Spray something if the team say
It's on, I my lines to the PJ's
Triple beams, Pyrex jars, smoking nickle
All we did is look mad fly, icicle

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

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 flip pounds, I rounds
I'm on the prowl, my growl, crushed by the crowd
Rush through Loud Records, drop mushroom
I'm not a rapper, I'm spellbound, I down your G-Force
With walks, free falling to a better money, bet he's hungry

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

Double cross me, lift your boss off your feet, 'course he's
Whatever, whatever, he independence
Tennis players get fried, playing sides of the ends
Keep your eyes on 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)