Luyện nghe bài hát Same Year

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

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

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

Money make you real no
Money make a nigga real
I was real as fuck I ain't have shit (yeah yeah)
I ain't took a loss my nigga
was quarterbackin' for the Falcons (yeah yeah)
When I needed me a spot to it
I stash 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 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 business no in between

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

don't 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
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 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 pistol (fa-fa-fa)
Can't mix wit yo business ain't no in between