Luyện nghe bài hát Rec-Room Therapy

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

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

The acid, done 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 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, Smiths
The housing cops can our dicks, we jumping out
Of convertible matchbox shit, next inhaling
Chilling, my throat frozen, my brick

Bottles of Cru, bitches with Baby Phats, they ax
They singing, you blinging, daddy, now bring it back
The smokest rap niggas, honey, need a match
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 a fat bitch
Actress, slinging the backs of Cleopatra's
A cocaine Chef, I money like elastic
Nigga, my is bigger, dynamics with the muscle advantage
Jake Cutler on dust, 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 your hands off my blunt and my

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

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

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(Get money)
Get money,
(Get money)

Get
(Get money)
Get money,
(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 melt down your
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 like a hunter, bust off in Heather

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

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

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