Luyện nghe bài hát Smell Like Money

Here I go, here I go this C5
Bitch I'm back, with that crack panty lines
Asinine, I get blow dandelions
Fuck more than advertise
They say Tune you're dead
I say wrong, had to die
Pussy nigga don't it real no more
Drug dealers but the high stay the same
Prices go up but the stay the same
Gotta watch for undercovers like in the rain
Chillin' in the crib with the on the door
Layin' on the with the Glock on the floor
Within arm reach, security, breach
I just cut off the lights so I don't my hoe
I eat so much shrimp, I smoke so hemp
The world too small, it feel like 4
You see I got holes in
My chances are cold cut thin, but I took 'em and nigga we made it
T roll that killer, 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
nothing sweet but the shit that 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 my mind out
But still I'm
gangsta shit it get dangerous
You talking and guns, 2 languages
I throw from off of the plane I'm in
Oh my God, raining men
Said the weatherman to the
I hella cash to the bank I'm with
What you do it for if it for this
I watch my step so much, I'm starting to feel like my wrist
Cold hearted, starting to feel I'm in Anchorage when I think of this
And rude get taken in like fragrances

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

(2 Chainz)
double barrels in a horse and carriage
Ain't of nothing except God and marriage
the concrete grew a rose petal
If trapping was a sport, I'd have a gold
I her like Jerome Bettis
Call me Trill Cosby, I might spike my own
Parallel park in front of Neiman
He ain't never fly nigga, like an
say ain't nothing for free, but please free my partnas
Might a swag contest and give out free Versaces
Yea, rolls for an appetizer
Bad red give me a lap-etizer
I'm in my Rolls because it's black and wiser
And don't get in the way, my nig this fire
Brrr 'em, I'm a victim of being a victim
Codeines, Xanax and
Prescriptions and pistols
Got clean molly the crystals
Middle to the judicials
and a pot is my utensils
Had a threesome with 2
I get head and you her
I don't call and you miss her
I got gun except a missile
I attention to the minister
My is sinister
Only child with trust
You couldn't walk a in my hoop shoes
Me and 2 loose screws
2 parts in my box cut, my pop wouldn't pop up
Last night I prayed to God and asked for him to make a drop
Polo tee and ice watch, moccasins without
And I smell money, I can count a hundred thousand with the lights off

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 getting money, his stank ass alone
'Cause bitch I like money