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 with my yeah
If the world was free
It would be just me, and my next to me

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

I'm still squeezing grain, through the drama some things done
All my got rearranged, nothing changed about 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 gotta leave the game
Yes ma'am gotta get grands, niggaz in the way of my plans
All the real fans staying my fans, I was in the way of my damn self
I'm the truth, I got ghetto to ghetto it
Get the that Cham can get, then you can say I am the shit
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 about it
me crying about a price, I'm rich ain't crying about a flight
I get in every city, that I'm flying up out at night
Now I'm the biggest seller, you can tell I a profit
Bracelet looking yella, and you'll ever stop it
Put in the bezel, get your bread up try and cop it
of a vendetta, just do better try and top it

No mo' swangas and B
I'm on to larger things, (on to larger mm-hmm)
Still the same, but they'll say changed
That's just a of the game, (just a part of the game mm-hmm)
You can't complain, cause it comes fame
You gotta charge it to the game, (gotta 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 feel the mm-hmm)
Hol' up up a second no, they faking and had the do'
fake as the Phantom Rolls, they claiming to having flows
They claim it have it though, they aching and mad to know
They saying that blow, they hating and nan a show
Faggots and slamming cabinets, mad at me 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 cause I'm having it, while they imagine it
I'm hearing rappers talking, but I'm not even a fan of it
Even if the whole planet, and thousand of jamming it
You can speak what you speaking, I won't speak up and challenge it
Handle up in my hand to get, pointed I demand respect
You on ya own two feet, them haters never caught you
They it how you getting it, you still getting it when they start to
They ain't living it how you living it, won't it they just gon argue
you getting paid in full, while they still getting paid it costs you

(*talking*)
At a time it's all eyes on me, all I can do is be me
A nigga, that ain't scared to say what he see
A hundred realer, than you will ever be
Ha-ha, Chamillitary