Luyện nghe bài hát Same Year

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

Money don't you real no
Money don't make a real
I was real as fuck I ain't have shit (yeah yeah)
I ain't a loss since my nigga
Vick was quarterbackin' for the (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 off the porch felt like 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 like that gun boy that pistol clean (fa-fa-fa)
Can't mix wit yo business 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 grab on my chain, scream Homie Baby
(Rich baby)
Talk is so we have million dollar conversations
Police tried to judge me I swerve
I relapsed on the drink
Got a nigga slurrin' his words
They can't anything I say
Got some niggas waitin' on the
Waitin for me to put them in motion
Concentration stuck on the
Tunnel gotta stay focused
When I was in jail I had a motive
Get the money never go
Gotta start by that quote
then I done made the most
Since I done had to prove it
wrong they said I couldn't do it
Give it all gas and I damn near bust the motor (that too)

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 took a loss since my
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 lost my and grandma 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

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

Money make you real no
Money don't make a nigga
I was real as fuck I ain't have shit (yeah yeah)
I ain't took a since my nigga
Vick was quarterbackin' for the (yeah yeah)
When I me a spot 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 and grandma 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