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

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

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

Make money mayn, watch the jealousy it shows
Watch your homies turn to traitors, your friends'll turn
Really can't complain, cause I'm making do'
though I see some haters, just let 'em all know
I'm in love with my do', (I'm still in love with my do')
I know you hate it (oh yeah), I know you it (oh yeah)
They hate when you're successful, (they 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 squeezing grain, through the drama some things done changed
All my homies got rearranged, nothing changed me but change
So bring the change but you can leave the laim, nigga see the chain
Pointing fingers like we to blame, cause gimic rappers leave the game
Yes ma'am gotta get grands, eliminate 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 to ghetto jamming it
Get the respect that Cham can get, then you can say I am the
A lot of niggaz be talking big, but out there lying about they life
But then they'd end up getting exposed, like they weren't lying it right
Picture me crying about a price, I'm rich ain't about a flight
I get respect in every city, that I'm up out at night
Now I'm the biggest seller, you can tell I a profit
Bracelet looking yella, and you'll never ever it
Put yellow in the bezel, get your up try and cop it
Instead of a vendetta, just do try and top it

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

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