Luyện nghe bài hát Root Of All Evil

About this Imma teach you
From this currency notes apparently say fuck what's legal
Fuck most people for the root of all
It don't mater less all that matters all
Chit chattas say the nigga bitch bet another gets
at her then huis boy parts
took a soul off put the body back in it
Pistol back in it cause you they jack in it
The is all good as long as it crack in it
Foul is understood
As long as it stacks in it love it as long as
Tax in it and a still a trap as long as we are trapped in it
Paper un beonce We all want in it spin it every second
try to get it to the last
Many think if you ain't got it you ain't
Nowadays you balling she ain't willing
Cause if she as these other hoes she can't kill him
A she say you can't fill it
If you ain't got it cool is what you ain't feeling
You get a lot you probably a hate feeling
Young in ghetto they dreaming of weight Dill-in
heard wealth probably think they straight chilling
Shit got problems we cannot relate with them
Dinner party enormous they ate millions
say fuck ya n-o fix up they face millions
I say fuck how you feel money change feelings
Now they look at you strange it the same feeling
They are acting like they forgot you can feel like you
Work that hard to stay the same
they play pro Ball make the same figures
And even they say they are about to bring him down
See he will always be around the same niggas just so other
Say you never change nigga accountants you
still it an issue
entourage rage came with you
you are for
Everybody came with you should you lose it all
And you gonna remain you
Hey get that get you
Hey get money but don't let that money get you
How about that all and all is sick too
Fuck rap money I need to get to
This is how I am this is something you need to stick too
to let it go when you never let it miss you
Plus it compliments you I am like it grow on trees
And if it did fucker I go rack leaves
But contrarily the shit is at the root is probably the trees
They to hang nooses
True shit roof less for the roof less see my head
waitin on scotty when he come up out the feds
Money a bad bitch she scared
while we Say the hustle prayer
The game me or breaks me
I hope it me a better man
You kno the
The world dont with out it
I get it I got it I need of it
You like I love it money
Paper whats up