Luyện nghe bài hát Same Year

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

Money make you real no
don't make a nigga real
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 stash the shit in the (woo oooh)
And I ain't start until I jumped off the porch felt I was fast yeah
I lost my freedom and grandma the same year (the year)
I got out, made a million the same year (same year)
My record like that gun boy pistol clean (fa-fa-fa)
Can't mix feelings wit yo business no in between

Ain't no in between when we baby
(Ain't no in between)
I hit dance moves in that pussy I'm Usher Raymond
(Like I'm baby)
Bitch grab on my chain, scream Rich Homie
(Rich baby)
Talk is cheap so we have dollar conversations
Police to judge me cause I swerve
I done on the drink
Got a nigga slurrin' his words
They can't understand I say
Got some waitin' on the work
Waitin for me to put thangs in motion
Concentration stuck on the
Tunnel vision gotta focused
When I was locked in I had a motive
Get the money never go
Gotta livin' by that quote
then I done made the most
Since then I had to prove it
Hater wrong said 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 make a real
I was real as when 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 jumped off the porch 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 pistol (fa-fa-fa)
Can't mix feelings wit yo ain't no in between

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

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)
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 like I was fast
I lost my and grandma the same year (the same year)
I got back out, a million the same year (same year)
My record that gun boy that pistol clean (fa-fa-fa)
Can't mix wit yo business ain't no in between