Luyện nghe bài hát Smell Like Money

Here I go, I go this that C5
I'm back, with that crack like panty lines
Asinine, I get blow dandelions
more hoes than advertise
They say Tune you're wrong
I say wrong, had to die
Pussy nigga don't it real no more
dealers changed but the high stay the same
Prices go up but the high stay the
Gotta watch for undercovers like in the rain
Chillin' in the crib with the lock on the
Layin' on the couch with the Glock on the
arm reach, security, alarm breach
I just cut off the lights so I don't my hoe
I eat so much shrimp, I smoke so much
The world too small, it like 4 walls
You see I got punched in
My chances are cold cut thin, but I took 'em and nigga we made it
T that killer, weed up in the Swisher, and make it as fat as a pig in a blanket
My BFF is Franklin, they cry for help we get 'em a hanky
Ain't nothing sweet but the shit we drinkin', the bitches we bangin', the cinnamon danish
The pen is paining, shit is
It is a shame but niggas is
is assholes, or enemas, finna get anal
Injury, time out, I just blew my out
But I'm maintaining
Real gangsta shit it get
You talking and guns, 2 languages
I throw from off of the plane I'm in
Oh my God, raining men
Said the to the anchorman
I send hella cash to the I'm with
you do it for if it ain't for this
I watch my so much, I'm starting to feel like my ankles' wrist
Cold hearted, starting to feel I'm in Anchorage when I think of this
And awakenings get taken in like fragrances

Bitch I smell like money, dope and
I say bitch I smell like money, that dope and cologne
And if he ain't getting money, don't love him, leave his ass alone
I say if he ain't money, leave his stank ass alone
'Cause bitch I smell like money, I smell money
When you this they call it wealthy
they gotta call it somethin'
Lord I done got too rich for (Damn)
But not for thuggin.'
That's right I smell like money, money
You me coming

(2 Chainz)
Totin' double barrels in a horse and
Ain't scared of nothing except God and
Through the grew a rose petal
If trapping was a sport, I'd have a medal
I steal her Jerome Bettis
me Trill Cosby, I might spike my own beverage
Parallel park in of Neiman Marcus
He ain't never fly nigga, an ostrich
They say ain't for free, but please free my partnas
Might have a swag and give out free Versaces
Yea, rolls for an appetizer
Bad red give me a lap-etizer
I'm in my Rolls Royce because black and wiser
And don't get in the way, my nig rapid fire
stick 'em, I'm a victim of being a victim
Codeines, Xanax and
and couple pistols
Got clean with the crystals
Middle finger to the
and a pot is my utensils
Had a with 2 sisters
I get and you kiss her
I never call and you miss her
I got gun except a missile
I paid attention to the
My silhouette is
Only child with issues
You couldn't a mile in my hoop shoes
Me and Tune 2 loose
2 in my box cut, my pop wouldn't even pop up
Last night I to God and asked for him to make a drop truck
Polo tee and ice watch, moccasins socks
And I smell like money, I can count a thousand with the lights off

I say bitch I smell like money, that's that and cologne
And if he ain't getting money, don't love him, leave his broke ass
I say if he ain't getting money, leave his ass alone
'Cause bitch I smell like