Luyện nghe bài hát Smell Like Money

Here I go, here I go that C5
I'm back, with that crack like panty lines
Asinine, I get blow dandelions
Fuck hoes than advertise
They say Tune you're dead
I say wrong, had to die
Pussy nigga don't keep it real no
dealers changed but the high stay 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 Glock on the
Within arm reach, security, alarm
I just cut off the lights so I shoot my hoe
I eat so much shrimp, I smoke so much
The world too small, it feel like 4
You see I got punched in
My chances are cold cut thin, but I still '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 Franklin, they cry for help we get 'em a hanky
Ain't nothing sweet but the shit we drinkin', the bitches we bangin', the cinnamon danish
The pen is paining, is restraining
It is a but niggas 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 money and guns, 2 languages
I throw from off of the plane 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, to feel like I'm in Anchorage when I think of this
And rude get taken in like fragrances

Bitch I smell money, dope and cologne
I say bitch I smell like money, that dope and cologne
And if he ain't getting money, don't 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 like money
When you this they call it wealthy
Shit they call it somethin'
Lord I done got too for stuntin' (Damn)
But not for thuggin.'
That's bitch I smell like money, money
You smell me

(2 Chainz)
Totin' double barrels in a and carriage
Ain't of nothing except God and marriage
Through the grew a rose petal
If trapping was a sport, I'd a gold medal
I steal her Jerome Bettis
me Trill Cosby, I might spike my own beverage
Parallel park in of Neiman Marcus
He ain't fly nigga, like an ostrich
They say ain't nothing for free, but please free my
Might have a swag contest and give out Versaces
Yea, lobster for an appetizer
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 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 with 2
I get head and you her
I don't call and you miss her
I got every gun except a
I paid to the minister
My silhouette is
child with trust issues
You couldn't a mile in my hoop shoes
Me and Tune 2 screws
2 in my box cut, my pop wouldn't even pop up
Last night I prayed to God and asked for him to make a truck
Polo tee and ice watch, moccasins without
And I smell like money, I can count a hundred thousand with the 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 ain't getting money, leave his ass alone
'Cause I smell like money