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 like
Fuck more hoes advertise
They say Tune you're dead
I say wrong, had to die
Pussy nigga keep it real no more
Drug dealers but the high stay the same
go up but the high stay the same
Gotta watch for undercovers crying in the rain
Chillin' in the crib the lock on the door
on the couch with the Glock on the floor
Within arm reach, security, alarm
I just cut off the lights so I don't my hoe
I eat so much shrimp, I smoke so much
The too small, it feel 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 roll that killer, weed up in the Swisher, and it as fat as a pig in a blanket
My BFF is Benjamin Franklin, they cry for 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 is shameless
Niggas is assholes, or enemas, get anal
Injury, time out, I just blew my out
But I'm maintaining
Real gangsta it get dangerous
You talking and guns, 2 languages
I throw niggas from off of the I'm in
Oh my God, raining men
Said the to the anchorman
I send hella to the bank I'm with
you do it for if it ain't for this
I watch my step so much, I'm to feel like my ankles' wrist
hearted, starting to feel like 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 money, that's that dope 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 ass alone
'Cause bitch I smell like money, I like money
When you this rich they it wealthy
Shit they gotta it somethin'
Lord I done got too for stuntin' (Damn)
But not for thuggin.'
That's bitch I smell like money, money
You me coming

(2 Chainz)
Totin' double barrels in a and carriage
Ain't scared of except God and marriage
Through the grew a rose petal
If trapping was a sport, I'd have a medal
I her like Jerome Bettis
me Trill Cosby, I might spike my own beverage
Parallel in front of Neiman Marcus
He never fly nigga, like an ostrich
They say ain't for free, but please free my partnas
Might a swag contest and give out free Versaces
Yea, lobster for an appetizer
Bad red bitch me a lap-etizer
I'm in my Rolls Royce because it's black and
And get in the way, my nig this rapid fire
Brrr stick 'em, I'm a victim of being a
Codeines, Xanax and
and couple pistols
Got clean molly with the
Middle finger to the
Fork and a pot is my
Had a with 2 sisters
I get head and you her
I don't call and you miss her
I got every gun a missile
I attention to the minister
My silhouette is
Only child with issues
You couldn't a mile in my hoop shoes
Me and Tune 2 screws
2 in my box cut, my pop wouldn't even pop up
Last night I prayed to God and for him to make a drop truck
Polo tee and ice watch, moccasins without
And I smell like money, I can count a hundred 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, his stank ass alone
'Cause I smell like money