Luyện nghe bài hát Smell Like Money

Here I go, here I go that C5
Bitch I'm back, with that like panty lines
Asinine, I get like dandelions
Fuck more than advertise
say Tune you're dead wrong
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 like in the rain
Chillin' in the crib with the on the door
Layin' on the couch 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 so much hemp
The world too small, it feel 4 walls
You see I got holes in
My chances are cold cut thin, but I took 'em and nigga 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, cry for help we get 'em a hanky
Ain't nothing but the shit that we drinkin', the bitches we bangin', the cinnamon danish
The pen is paining, is restraining
It is a shame but is shameless
Niggas is assholes, or enemas, finna get
Injury, time out, I just my mind out
But still I'm
gangsta shit it get dangerous
You talking and guns, 2 languages
I throw from off of the plane I'm in
Oh my God, raining men
Said the weatherman to the
I hella cash to the bank I'm with
What you do it for if it ain't for
I my step so much, I'm starting to feel like my ankles' wrist
Cold hearted, starting to feel like I'm in Anchorage when I think of
And rude get taken in like fragrances

Bitch I like money, dope and cologne
I say bitch I smell like money, that's 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, his stank ass alone
'Cause bitch I smell money, I smell like money
When you this they call it wealthy
Shit they gotta call it
Lord I done got too rich for (Damn)
But not for thuggin.'
That's bitch I smell like money, money
You smell me

(2 Chainz)
double barrels in a horse and carriage
Ain't scared of except God and marriage
Through the concrete grew a rose
If trapping was a sport, I'd a gold medal
I steal her Jerome Bettis
Call me Cosby, I might spike my own beverage
park in front of Neiman Marcus
He ain't fly nigga, like an ostrich
They say ain't nothing for free, but free my partnas
Might have a swag contest and out free Versaces
Yea, lobster rolls for an
Bad red give me a lap-etizer
I'm in my Rolls because it's black and wiser
And don't get in the way, my nig rapid fire
stick 'em, I'm a victim of being a victim
Codeines, Xanax and
and couple pistols
Got clean molly the crystals
Middle to the judicials
and a pot is my utensils
Had a with 2 sisters
I get head and you her
I never call and you miss her
I got every gun except a
I paid attention to the
My silhouette is
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
Last 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 dope and cologne
And if he getting money, don't love him, leave his broke ass alone
I say if he ain't getting money, his stank ass alone
'Cause I smell like money