Luyện nghe bài hát Smell Like Money

Here I go, here I go this C5
Bitch I'm back, with that crack panty lines
Asinine, I get like dandelions
more hoes than advertise
They say you're dead wrong
I say wrong, had to die
Pussy don't keep it real no more
Drug dealers but the high stay the same
Prices go up but the stay the same
watch for undercovers like crying in the rain
Chillin' in the crib with the on the door
Layin' on the with the Glock on the floor
arm reach, security, alarm breach
I just cut off the so I don't shoot my hoe
I eat so shrimp, I smoke so much hemp
The world too small, it feel 4 walls
You see I got punched 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 Benjamin Franklin, they cry for help we get 'em a
Ain't nothing sweet but the shit that we drinkin', the bitches we bangin', the cinnamon
The pen is paining, is restraining
It is a shame but is shameless
is assholes, or enemas, finna get anal
Injury, time out, I just blew my out
But I'm maintaining
Real shit it get dangerous
You talking and guns, 2 languages
I throw niggas from off of the I'm in
Oh my God, raining men
the weatherman to the anchorman
I send cash to the bank I'm with
you do it for if it ain't for this
I watch my step so much, I'm starting to feel like my wrist
Cold hearted, to feel like I'm in Anchorage when I think of this
And rude awakenings get in like fragrances

Bitch I smell like money, 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 bitch I like money, I smell like money
When you this rich call it wealthy
they gotta call it somethin'
Lord I done got too for stuntin' (Damn)
But not for thuggin.'
That's right bitch I smell like money,
You me coming

(2 Chainz)
double barrels in a horse and carriage
Ain't scared of except God and marriage
the concrete grew a rose petal
If trapping was a sport, I'd have a medal
I steal her like Jerome
Call me Trill Cosby, I might spike my own
park in front 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 and give out free Versaces
Yea, lobster rolls for an
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
Brrr stick 'em, I'm a victim of being a
Codeines, Xanax and
Prescriptions and couple
Got clean molly with the
finger to the judicials
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 a missile
I paid to the minister
My silhouette is
child with trust issues
You walk a mile in my hoop shoes
Me and 2 loose screws
2 parts in my box cut, my pop 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 money, I can count a hundred thousand with the lights off

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