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, check the

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

The acid, bubbled 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 toast to the Ghost of old days, yeah, old ager
We rap renegades, must paid

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, we been since eighteen, kid, polo rugs on with gloves on
cars, fronting on winning broads
Gum slow, moon, leather pants, Avia days
Keep your 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 down if the say
on, I dedicate my lines to the PJ's
Triple beams, jars, smoking nickle weeds
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 to blow up your block and spank shit

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(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 spit
I'm on the prowl, my stomach growl, crushed by the
Rush through Loud Records, drop clouds
I'm not a rapper, I'm spellbound, I melt down your
With heat walks, free falling to a better money, bet he's

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

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

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

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