Luyện nghe bài hát Root Of All Evil

About this money teach you
From this currency apparently most say fuck what's legal
Fuck most for the root of all evil
It don't mater all that matters all feeble
chattas say the nigga bitch bet another nigga gets
at her then huis boy scatta
took a soul off first put the back in it
Pistol back in it cause you they jack in it
The hood is all as long as it crack in it
play 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 bask in it spin it second
try to get it to the minute
Many think if you ain't got it you ain't
Nowadays you ain't she ain't willing
Cause if she broke as these other hoes she can't him
A shoe she say you can't it
If you ain't got it then cool is you ain't feeling
You get a lot you receive a hate feeling
Young in ghetto they probably dreaming of weight
They heard wealth probably they straight chilling
Shit got problems we cannot relate with them
Dinner party enormous they probably ate
say fuck ya n-o fix up they face millions
I say fuck how you cause money change feelings
Now look at you strange it aint the same feeling
They are acting like forgot what you can feel like you
Work that hard to the same nigga
Like they play pro Ball make the same
And even though they say they are about to him down
See he will always be the same niggas just so other niggas
Say you never nigga accountants warn you
still it remained an
entourage rage everybody came you
you are for
Everybody that came with you should you it all
And you gonna remain you
Hey get money get you
Hey get money but don't let that money get you
How about that all and all is sick too
Fuck rap that's I need to get to
This is how I am leaving this is you need to stick too
Hate to let it go you never let it miss you
Plus it compliments you I am acting it grow on trees
And if it did mother fucker I go rack
But contrarily the shit is at the is probably the same trees
used to hang nooses
True shit roof less for the bread less see my head
money waitin on scotty he come up out the feds
Money a bad bitch she ain't
while we outchea Say the hustle
The game shakes me or me
I hope it me a better man
You kno the
The world dont with out it
I get it I got it I more of it
You I love it money talks
Paper whats up