Luyện nghe bài hát Smell Like Money

Here I go, I go this that C5
Bitch I'm back, with that crack like panty
Asinine, I get blow dandelions
more hoes than advertise
They say you're dead wrong
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 high the same
Gotta for undercovers like crying in the rain
Chillin' in the crib with the 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 smoke so much
The world too small, it feel like 4
You see I got holes in
My chances are cut thin, but I still took 'em and nigga we made it
T roll 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, out, I just blew my mind out
But I'm maintaining
Real shit it get dangerous
You money and guns, 2 languages
I throw niggas from off of the I'm in
Oh my God, it's men
the weatherman to the anchorman
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 like my ankles' wrist
Cold hearted, starting to feel I'm in Anchorage when I think of this
And rude awakenings get taken in fragrances

Bitch I smell money, dope and cologne
I say bitch I smell like money, that's that and cologne
And if he ain't money, don't 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 they it wealthy
Shit they call it somethin'
Lord I done got too for stuntin' (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 God and marriage
the concrete grew a rose petal
If trapping was a sport, I'd have a gold
I steal her like Jerome
me Trill Cosby, I might spike my own beverage
Parallel park in front of Neiman
He ain't never fly nigga, like an
They say ain't nothing for free, but free my partnas
Might have a swag contest and 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 this 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
Fork and a pot is my
Had a with 2 sisters
I get and you kiss her
I don't call and you miss her
I got every gun except a
I attention to the minister
My is sinister
Only child with trust
You couldn't walk a in my hoop shoes
Me and Tune 2 loose
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 truck
tee and ice watch, moccasins without socks
And I smell like money, I can count a hundred with the lights off

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