Luyện nghe bài hát Same Year

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

Money don't you real no
don't make a nigga real
I was real as fuck when I have shit (yeah yeah)
I ain't a loss since my nigga
Vick was 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 like I was 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 that pistol (fa-fa-fa)
mix feelings wit yo business ain't no in between

Ain't no in between when we fuckin'
(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
tried to judge me cause I swerve
I done on the drink
Got a nigga slurrin' 'bout his
can't understand anything I say
Got niggas waitin' on the work
for me to put them thangs in motion
Concentration stuck on the
Tunnel vision gotta stay
I was locked in jail I had a motive
Get the money never go
Gotta start livin' by quote
then I done made the most
Since then I done had to it
Hater wrong they said I do it
Give it all gas and I damn near bust the (that right too)

Money don't you real no
Money make a nigga real
I was real as fuck when I have shit (yeah yeah)
I ain't took a since my nigga
Vick was quarterbackin' for the (yeah yeah)
When I needed me a spot to it
I would stash the in the mattress (woo oooh)
And I ain't start I jumped 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 same (same year)
My like that gun boy that pistol clean (fa-fa-fa)
Can't mix wit yo business ain't no in between

man business man, paper,
I wasn't never late to work
Simon says that boy the work
Neighborhood always the curb
Broke as hell fifteen, gotta make it work by the first
Hit the mall friday ball,
Bitch you know it ain't nun for me to
I bought the shit all on serve
Stayed down I had to my turn
I lost a couple shipment the mail,
that a lesson what I learned
Nothing giving everything
My patna switched on me, he turned
Big money and now I'm cool
you walk 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 took 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 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