Luyện nghe bài hát Same Year

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

don't make you real no
Money don't make a real
I was real as 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 needed me a to hide it
I would stash the shit in the (woo oooh)
And I ain't start until I jumped off the porch felt like I was yeah
I lost my freedom and grandma the year (the same year)
I got back out, made a the same 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

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

Money make you real no
don't make a nigga real
I was real as fuck when I have shit (yeah yeah)
I ain't a loss since my nigga
Vick was for the Falcons (yeah yeah)
When I me a spot to hide it
I stash the shit 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, a million the same year (same year)
My record like that gun boy that clean (fa-fa-fa)
mix feelings wit yo business ain't no in between

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

Money don't make you no
Money make a nigga real
I was real as fuck when I ain't shit (yeah yeah)
I ain't a loss since 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 like I was fast yeah
I lost my freedom and grandma the 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 business no in between