Luyện nghe bài hát Same Year

Yeah we gon call stadium music, ya nahmean
I that's how,
appropriate
30 you a fool for one

don't make you real no
Money make a nigga real
I was real as fuck when I have shit (yeah yeah)
I ain't took a since my nigga
Vick was for the Falcons (yeah yeah)
I needed me a spot to hide it
I would the shit in the mattress (woo oooh)
And I ain't start until I jumped off the porch felt I was fast yeah
I lost my freedom and grandma the same (the same year)
I got back out, made a the same year (same year)
My record like that gun boy that pistol (fa-fa-fa)
Can't mix wit yo business ain't no in between

Ain't no in between when we fuckin'
(Ain't no in between)
I hit dance moves in that pussy I'm Usher Raymond
(Like I'm baby)
Bitch grab on my chain, scream Rich Homie
(Rich baby)
Talk is so we have million dollar conversations
Police to judge me cause I swerve
I done on the drink
Got a nigga slurrin' 'bout his
They can't anything I say
Got some waitin' on the work
Waitin for me to put them thangs in
Concentration stuck on the
Tunnel vision gotta focused
When I was locked in I had a motive
Get the never go broke
Gotta start by that quote
Since I done made the most
then I done had to prove it
Hater wrong said I couldn't do it
Give it all gas and I damn near bust the motor (that too)

Money make you real no
Money don't make a nigga
I was as fuck when I ain't have shit (yeah yeah)
I ain't took a loss my nigga
Vick was for the Falcons (yeah yeah)
When I needed me a to hide it
I would stash the in the mattress (woo oooh)
And I ain't start until I off the porch felt like I was fast yeah
I lost my freedom and grandma the same year (the year)
I got back out, made a million the year (same year)
My record like that gun boy pistol clean (fa-fa-fa)
Can't mix feelings wit yo business no in between

Business man man, paper,
I wasn't never goin' to work
Simon says give that boy the
Neighborhood always played the
Broke as hell only fifteen, gotta make it by the first
Hit the mall friday ball,
Bitch you know it ain't nun for me to
I bought the shit all on serve
Stayed down I had to my turn
I a couple shipment through the mail,
after that a what I learned
Nothing giving earned
My patna on me, yeah he turned
Big money talk and now I'm
you couldn't walk a mile in my

don't make you real no
Money don't a nigga real
I was as fuck when I ain't have shit (yeah yeah)
I ain't a loss since my nigga
was quarterbackin' for the Falcons (yeah yeah)
When I me a spot to hide it
I would stash the shit in the (woo oooh)
And I start until I jumped off the porch felt like I was fast yeah
I lost my freedom and grandma the same year (the year)
I got back out, made a million the year (same year)
My record that gun boy that pistol clean (fa-fa-fa)
Can't mix feelings wit yo business ain't no in