Luyện nghe bài hát Same Year

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

don't make 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)
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 year (same year)
My record like that gun boy that clean (fa-fa-fa)
Can't mix feelings wit yo ain't no in between

Ain't no in when we fuckin' baby
(Ain't no in between)
I hit dance moves in that pussy like I'm Raymond
(Like I'm baby)
grab on my chain, scream Rich Homie Baby
(Rich baby)
is cheap so we have million dollar conversations
Police tried to judge me cause I
I relapsed on the drink
Got a nigga 'bout his words
can't understand anything I say
Got niggas waitin' on the work
Waitin for me to put them thangs in
stuck on the money
Tunnel gotta stay focused
I was locked in jail I had a motive
Get the never go broke
Gotta livin' by that quote
Since then I made the most
Since I done had to prove it
Hater wrong they I couldn't do it
Give it all gas and I damn near bust the motor (that too)

Money don't you real no
Money don't a nigga real
I was real as when I ain't have shit (yeah yeah)
I took a loss since my nigga
was quarterbackin' for the Falcons (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 jumped off the porch felt like I was yeah
I my freedom and grandma the same year (the same year)
I got out, made a million the same 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

Business man man, paper,
I wasn't never late to work
Simon give that boy the work
Neighborhood always the curb
Broke as only fifteen, gotta make it work by the first
Hit the friday let's ball,
Bitch you know it nun for me to splurge
I bought the shit when all on
Stayed down I had to my turn
I lost a couple shipment the mail,
that a lesson what I learned
Nothing giving earned
My switched on me, yeah he turned
Big money talk and now I'm
you couldn't a mile in my shoes

don't 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
Vick was for the Falcons (yeah yeah)
When I 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 lost my freedom and grandma the same (the same year)
I got back out, made a million the 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