Luyện nghe bài hát Same Year

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

Money make you real no
Money don't a nigga real
I was real as fuck when I ain't have (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 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 my freedom and grandma the same year (the same year)
I got back out, made a the same year (same year)
My record like gun boy that pistol clean (fa-fa-fa)
Can't mix feelings wit yo business no in between

Ain't no in between we fuckin' baby
(Ain't no in between)
I hit dance moves in that pussy like I'm Usher
(Like I'm baby)
Bitch grab on my chain, scream Homie Baby
(Rich baby)
Talk is cheap so we million dollar conversations
Police tried to judge me I swerve
I done relapsed on the
Got a nigga 'bout his words
They understand anything I say
Got niggas waitin' on the work
Waitin for me to put them in motion
stuck on the money
Tunnel vision gotta stay
I was locked in jail I had a motive
Get the money go broke
Gotta start livin' by quote
Since then I done the most
Since then I done had to it
Hater wrong said I couldn't do it
Give it all gas and I damn near bust the (that right too)

Money 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 took a since my nigga
Vick was quarterbackin' for the (yeah yeah)
When I me a spot to hide it
I would stash the shit in the (woo oooh)
And I ain't 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 same (same year)
My record like that gun boy pistol clean (fa-fa-fa)
Can't mix wit yo business ain't no in between

man business man, paper,
I never late goin' to work
Simon says give that boy the
Neighborhood always played the
Broke as hell only fifteen, make it work by the first
Hit the mall friday ball,
you know it ain't nun for me to splurge
I bought the shit when all on
down I had to wait my turn
I a couple shipment through the mail,
after a lesson what I learned
giving everything earned
My switched 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 loss since my
was quarterbackin' for the Falcons (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 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 same (same year)
My record like that gun boy that clean (fa-fa-fa)
Can't mix feelings wit yo ain't no in between