Luyện nghe bài hát Same Year

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

Money make you real no
Money don't make a nigga
I was real as when I ain't have shit (yeah yeah)
I ain't took a loss my nigga
Vick was quarterbackin' for the (yeah yeah)
When I needed me a to hide it
I would the shit in the mattress (woo oooh)
And I start until I jumped off the porch felt 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 like that gun boy pistol clean (fa-fa-fa)
Can't mix feelings wit yo business ain't no in

Ain't no in between when we baby
(Ain't no in between)
I hit moves in that pussy like I'm Usher Raymond
(Like I'm baby)
Bitch grab on my chain, scream Rich Homie
(Rich baby)
Talk is cheap so we have million dollar
Police to judge me cause I swerve
I done on the drink
Got a nigga slurrin' his words
They can't anything I say
Got some waitin' on the work
Waitin for me to put them in motion
stuck on the money
Tunnel gotta stay focused
I was locked in jail I had a motive
Get the money go broke
Gotta start by that quote
then I done made the most
Since then I done had to it
Hater wrong they I couldn't do it
Give it all gas and I near bust the motor (that right too)

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
Vick was quarterbackin' for the (yeah yeah)
I needed 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 I was fast yeah
I lost my freedom and the same year (the same year)
I got back out, a million the same year (same year)
My record like that gun boy that pistol (fa-fa-fa)
Can't mix feelings wit yo business ain't no in

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

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