Luyện nghe bài hát Smell Like Money

Here I go, here I go that C5
Bitch I'm back, with that crack like lines
Asinine, I get like dandelions
Fuck hoes than advertise
They say Tune dead wrong
I say wrong, had to die
Pussy don't keep it real no more
Drug changed but the high stay the same
go up but the high stay the same
Gotta watch for undercovers like crying in the
in the crib with the lock on the door
Layin' on the couch the Glock on the floor
Within arm reach, security, alarm
I cut off the lights so I don't shoot my hoe
I eat so much shrimp, I so much hemp
The world too small, it feel 4 walls
You see I got punched in
My chances are cold cut thin, but I still took 'em and we made it
T roll that killer, weed up in the Swisher, and make it as fat as a pig in a
My BFF is Benjamin Franklin, cry for help we get 'em a hanky
Ain't nothing sweet but the shit that we drinkin', the 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
Real gangsta shit it get
You talking money and guns, 2
I throw niggas off of the plane I'm in
Oh my God, raining men
the weatherman to the anchorman
I send hella cash to the bank I'm
What you do it for if it for this
I watch my step so much, I'm starting to feel like my ankles'
Cold hearted, starting to feel like I'm in Anchorage when I of this
And awakenings get taken in like fragrances

Bitch I like money, dope and cologne
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, his stank ass alone
'Cause I smell like money, I smell like money
you this rich they call it wealthy
Shit they call it somethin'
Lord I done got too for stuntin' (Damn)
But not for thuggin.'
right bitch I smell like money, money
You me coming

(2 Chainz)
Totin' double in a horse and carriage
Ain't of nothing except God and marriage
the concrete grew a rose petal
If was a sport, I'd have a gold medal
I steal her Jerome Bettis
Call me Trill Cosby, I spike my own beverage
Parallel park in of Neiman Marcus
He never fly nigga, like an ostrich
They say ain't for free, but please free my partnas
Might have a swag contest and give out free
Yea, rolls for an appetizer
Bad red give me a lap-etizer
I'm in my Royce because it's black and wiser
And don't get in the way, my nig this rapid
stick 'em, I'm a victim of being a victim
Codeines, and liquor
and couple pistols
Got clean molly the crystals
finger to the judicials
Fork and a pot is my
Had a threesome 2 sisters
I get head and you her
I never call and you miss her
I got gun except a missile
I paid to the minister
My is sinister
Only child with trust
You couldn't a mile in my hoop shoes
Me and Tune 2 screws
2 parts in my box cut, my pop wouldn't 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 hundred thousand the lights off

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