Luyện nghe bài hát Still (N Love With My Money)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha-ha-ha, right now you
To the show on earth my nigga
Ha-ha, mayn

- 2x]
Oh yeah, still in love my money yeah
If the world was free
It would be just me, and my next to me

Make money mayn, watch the jealousy it shows
Watch your turn to traitors, your friends'll turn foes
Really can't complain, I'm making that do'
Even though I see some haters, let 'em all know
I'm still in with my do', (I'm still in love with my do')
I know you hate it (oh yeah), I you hate it (oh yeah)
hate when you're successful, (they hate when you're successful)
I know you it (oh yeah), I know you hate it (oh yeah)
I'm still in with my do'

I'm still squeezing grain, through the drama things done changed
All my homies got rearranged, nothing changed me but change
So the change but you can leave the laim, Chamillitary nigga see the chain
Pointing fingers like we to blame, cause gimic gotta leave the game
Yes gotta get grands, eliminate niggaz in the way of my plans
All the real fans my fans, realized I was in the way of my damn self
I'm the truth, I got ghetto to ghetto it
Get the respect that Cham can get, then you can say I am the
A lot of be talking big, but they out there lying about they life
But then they'd end up exposed, like they weren't lying about it right
Picture me crying about a price, I'm rich ain't crying a flight
I get respect in every city, I'm flying up out at night
Now I'm the seller, you can tell I make a profit
looking yella, and you'll never ever stop it
Put yellow in the bezel, get bread up try and cop it
Instead of a vendetta, just do try and top it

No mo' and vogues B
I'm on to things, (on to larger things mm-hmm)
Still the same, but they'll say you've
That's just a part of the game, (just a part of the mm-hmm)
You can't complain, it comes with fame
You charge it to the game, (gotta charge it to the game mm-hmm)
But I'll be damned, if I do my thang
And make 'em all feel the pain, (make 'em all the pain mm-hmm)
Hol' up hold up a second no, faking and had the do'
They fake as the Phantom Rolls, they claiming to having
claim it don't have it though, they aching and mad to know
They saying that Cham'll blow, they and nan a show
and slamming cabinets, mad at me cause I'm grabbing it
Mad at me cause I'm slabbing it, candy paint it then it
(Damn it then how you handle it), I handle it how I it
Mad at me cause I'm having it, they only imagine it
I'm these rappers talking, but I'm not even a fan of it
if the whole planet, and thousand of suckas jamming it
You can speak what you speaking, like I won't speak up and it
Handle up in my hand to get, pointed I demand respect
You standing on ya own two feet, them haters never you
They getting it how you getting it, you getting it when they start to
They ain't living it how you living it, won't it they just gon argue
Cause you getting paid in full, while they getting paid it costs you

(*talking*)
At a when it's all eyes on me, all I can do is be me
A nigga, that ain't never scared to say he see
A percent realer, than you will ever be
Ha-ha, Chamillitary