Luyện nghe bài hát S On My Chest

That be that cash money piece cold restin' the

I walk like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around I got a S on my chest
I walk, I around like I got a S on my chest
be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

It's stunna shadin', nigga then a nigga dead
It's shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga

Reporting from kinda star
Holly, CO sem team far
Ridin' the city in a tonka toy
I got old money, coulda bought a

Only Chevy, never drive a Ford
And my Coupe doors like plaza doors
Yep, red women, eyes adore
I'm a hoe, you know that I'm a

Yep, cash money, cash money, boys
Mafia bitch, even a a boy
When you say you beef then I got ya, boy
I'll just let the Big Mac ya, boy

See my dreads hanging a, like a rasta boy
But with my rasta in I'll into mufasa boy
We run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like boy

I around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash piece cold restin' the dead

It's stunna shadin', nigga then a nigga dead
Cash money, money
I around like I got a S on my chest
be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

Cash money is army, nigga, better its gravy
If you ever fuck youngin', if you ever fuck with baby
Shit gon' be crazy, nigga it like the 80's
young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin'

Up in the we thankin' for the sunshine
Got to get my bling goin', reach for my 9
Kiss momma we goin' out and gettin' mines
nigga in line 17 on the grind

Shoe first, not seein' mines
Big purses, million headlines
5 drops, OG the big time
Lord to the game, nigga till my time

Like father, like son, nigga time
Junior got the fame and the game
200 on the dash, nigga, me mash
doughnuts in my hood, gettin' paper bags

I walk around I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I around like I got a S on my chest
be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

That be that cash money, c-c-cash
Be that money, c-c-cash money
It's stunna shadin', nigga then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a dead

Livin' is red, that's how we it
A senior be blood till I'm dead
That's what I said, I put some change in yah
If you ever crossin' line, nigga nuttin', but

50 from high, nigga, we won't stop
From candy on the slabs, nigga stirrin' the pots
Put the hammer on the jam, nigga, pull it and him
Put the rubber on the bands, nigga his knots

Bitch, I'ma boss, bitch, boss
And bury me my father on a cross
And carry 19, I shall over a
got that game on lock like a vault

Weezy baby, kyan pepper, no
Windows down on the hulk in the winter, it's your
I jump on the track, I pull forward
I got that S on my chest that I'm supposed to

I around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the

That be that cash money, money
That be that cash money, money
I walk around like I got a S on my
That be that money piece cold restin' the dead