Luyện nghe bài hát Rec-Room Therapy

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

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

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

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

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

Big fluffed out gooses on, Stan
The housing cops can our dicks, we jumping out
Of convertible matchbox shit, next inhaling
Chilling, my frozen, my orange brick

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

I juggle this, practice, smuggle heroin in the
Keep a hood, I still go and fuck a fat
Actress, slinging the backs of Cleopatra's
A cocaine Chef, I stretch money like
Nigga, my is bigger, dynamics with the muscle advantage
Jake 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 rugs on with on
Rented cars, fronting on winning
Gum slow, half moon, pants, Avia days
your hands off my blunt and my waves

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

homeboy, you want it, you could get your receipt
A closer, you can sense we got heat
It's only me plus four ill gangstas
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, sick the 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, mushroom clouds
I'm not a rapper, I'm spellbound, I melt down G-Force
With heat walks, falling to a better money, bet he's hungry

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

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

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

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