Luyện nghe bài hát Smell Like Money

Here I go, I go this that C5
Bitch I'm back, with that crack like lines
Asinine, I get blow dandelions
more hoes than advertise
They say Tune you're wrong
I say wrong, had to die
Pussy nigga keep it real no more
Drug dealers but the high stay the same
Prices go up but the high stay the
Gotta watch for like crying in the rain
in the crib with the lock on the door
Layin' on the couch the Glock on the floor
arm reach, security, alarm breach
I just cut off the lights so I shoot my hoe
I eat so much shrimp, I so much hemp
The world too small, it like 4 walls
You see I got punched in
My chances are cut thin, but I still 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 that we drinkin', the bitches we bangin', the danish
The pen is paining, is restraining
It is a shame but niggas is
Niggas is assholes, or enemas, get anal
Injury, time out, I just my mind out
But still I'm
Real gangsta shit it get
You talking and guns, 2 languages
I throw from off of the plane I'm in
Oh my God, it's men
Said the to the anchorman
I send hella cash to the I'm with
What you do it for if it for this
I watch my step so much, I'm to feel like my ankles' wrist
Cold hearted, starting to feel like I'm in Anchorage when I of this
And rude awakenings get in like fragrances

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

(2 Chainz)
Totin' barrels in a horse and carriage
Ain't scared of nothing except God and
Through the concrete grew a petal
If was a sport, I'd have a gold medal
I steal her Jerome Bettis
Call me Trill Cosby, I might spike my own
Parallel in front of Neiman Marcus
He never fly nigga, like an ostrich
They say ain't nothing for free, but please free my
have a swag contest and give out free Versaces
Yea, lobster for an appetizer
Bad red bitch me a lap-etizer
I'm in my Royce because it's black and wiser
And don't get in the way, my nig rapid fire
Brrr stick 'em, I'm a of being a victim
Codeines, Xanax and
and couple pistols
Got molly with the crystals
Middle to the judicials
and a pot is my utensils
Had a threesome 2 sisters
I get head and you her
I don't never and you miss her
I got every gun except a
I attention to the minister
My is sinister
Only child with issues
You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
Me and Tune 2 screws
2 parts in my box cut, my pop wouldn't pop up
Last I prayed to God and asked for him to make a drop truck
Polo tee and ice watch, without socks
And I like money, I can count a hundred thousand with the lights off

I say I smell like money, that's 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 money