Luyện nghe bài hát Smell Like Money

Here I go, here I go this C5
Bitch I'm back, with crack like panty lines
Asinine, I get like dandelions
Fuck more than advertise
They say Tune dead wrong
I say wrong, had to die
Pussy nigga don't keep it real no
Drug changed 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 cut off the lights so I don't shoot my hoe
I eat so much shrimp, I smoke so hemp
The world too small, it feel 4 walls
You see I got holes in
My chances are cold cut thin, but I still took 'em and 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 Benjamin Franklin, they cry for help we get 'em a
Ain't nothing sweet but the that we drinkin', the bitches we bangin', the cinnamon danish
The pen is paining, is restraining
It is a shame but niggas is
is assholes, or enemas, finna get anal
Injury, time out, I just my mind out
But I'm maintaining
gangsta shit it get dangerous
You talking money and guns, 2
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 like I'm in Anchorage when I of this
And rude 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, his broke ass alone
I say if he ain't getting money, leave his ass alone
'Cause bitch I smell like money, I smell like
When you rich they call it wealthy
Shit 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 me coming

(2 Chainz)
Totin' double in a horse and carriage
Ain't scared of nothing except God and
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 spike my own beverage
Parallel park in of Neiman Marcus
He ain't never fly nigga, like an
They say nothing for free, but please free my partnas
Might a swag contest and give out free Versaces
Yea, rolls for an appetizer
Bad red bitch me a lap-etizer
I'm in my Rolls Royce because it's black and
And don't get in the way, my nig this rapid
Brrr stick 'em, I'm a of being a victim
Codeines, and liquor
Prescriptions and couple
Got clean with the crystals
Middle finger to the
and a pot is my utensils
Had a threesome 2 sisters
I get and you kiss her
I never call and you miss her
I got gun except a missile
I paid to the minister
My is sinister
Only child trust issues
You couldn't walk a in my hoop shoes
Me and Tune 2 screws
2 in my box cut, my pop wouldn't even pop up
night I prayed to God and asked 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 dope and
And if he ain't getting money, don't love him, leave his ass alone
I say if he ain't getting money, leave his ass alone
'Cause I smell like money