Luyện nghe bài hát Same Year

Yeah we gon call this music, ya nahmean
I think how,
Atlanta
30 you a fool for one

Money make you real no
Money make a nigga real
I was real as fuck when I ain't have (yeah yeah)
I ain't took a loss since my
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 ain't start until I jumped off the porch like I was fast yeah
I lost my freedom and the same year (the same year)
I got back out, made a million the same (same year)
My record that gun boy that pistol clean (fa-fa-fa)
Can't mix feelings wit yo ain't no in between

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

Money don't you real no
Money don't make a nigga
I was real as fuck when I ain't shit (yeah yeah)
I ain't took a loss my nigga
was quarterbackin' for the Falcons (yeah yeah)
When I needed me a spot to it
I would stash the in the mattress (woo oooh)
And I ain't start until I jumped off the porch felt I was fast yeah
I my freedom and grandma the same year (the same 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 ain't no in between

Business man man, paper,
I wasn't never late to work
Simon give that boy the work
Neighborhood always the curb
Broke as hell only fifteen, gotta it work by the first
Hit the friday let's ball,
Bitch you know it ain't nun for me to
I bought the when all on serve
Stayed I had to wait my turn
I lost a couple through the mail,
that a lesson what I learned
Nothing everything earned
My patna switched on me, he turned
Big money and now I'm cool
you walk a mile in my shoes

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