Luyện nghe bài hát Smell Like Money

Here I go, I go this that C5
Bitch I'm back, with crack like panty lines
Asinine, I get blow dandelions
Fuck more than advertise
They say you're dead wrong
I say wrong, had to die
Pussy nigga don't it real no more
Drug dealers changed but the high the same
Prices go up but the stay the same
Gotta watch for undercovers crying in the rain
in the crib with the lock on the door
Layin' on the couch with the 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 much
The world too small, it feel like 4
You see I got holes in
My are cold cut thin, but I still 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 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, shit is
It is a shame but niggas is
Niggas is assholes, or enemas, get anal
Injury, time out, I just my mind 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, it's 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 to feel like my ankles' wrist
Cold hearted, starting to like I'm in Anchorage when I think of this
And rude awakenings get in like fragrances

I smell like 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 money, leave his stank ass alone
'Cause bitch I smell like money, I smell money
you this rich they call it wealthy
Shit gotta call 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' barrels in a horse and carriage
Ain't scared of nothing except God and
Through the concrete a rose petal
If trapping was a sport, I'd a gold medal
I steal her like Bettis
Call me Trill Cosby, I might my own beverage
park in front of Neiman Marcus
He never fly nigga, like an ostrich
They say ain't nothing for free, but please my partnas
Might have a 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 black and wiser
And get in the way, my nig this rapid fire
Brrr 'em, I'm a victim of being a victim
Codeines, and liquor
Prescriptions and pistols
Got molly with the crystals
finger to the judicials
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 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 even pop up
Last night I 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 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 broke ass
I say if he getting money, leave his stank ass alone
'Cause I smell like money