Luyện nghe bài hát Strawberriez - N - Cream

(hey)
Hey
We money in the house
You how we do it

All I is my strawberriez -n- cream
All I is my strawberriez -n- cream
Gettin' is the american dream
All I is my strawberriez -n- cream

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Like the l.a.
We tryin' to be a maker
But that's kinda to do amongst a gang of salt-shakers
So how can money can a nation playa-hation do
Think about it, probably of couple niggas hatin' you
you got a lil' sommethin, trying to keep shit tight
Not at the bar, gettin drunk, trying to a fight
But mad niggas got it backwards they ass was in the front
Actin' like they smoke rock and now grass up in blunt
I no words for em, just 'fist of fury' like bruce
I let loose on they ass, then hit the like juice
And be a broke nigga fuckin' everybody's bitch
Niggas'll get mad they gotta pay for this shit
Just cause you got more game then a next man, make it bad
Every real nigga got a hustle to 'em, even dad
So do what you gotta, but cross that line
You get yours, I get mine, and be fine

All I is my strawberriez -n- cream
All I needs is my -n- cream
paid is the american dream
All I is my strawberriez -n- cream...

I needs money, that's why the itches
and schemes, so I can get riches
Potent to double up's and quarter pieces
cars to condos with ? ? ? ?
Pops out the (chin-chin)
Cause it seems the corner just workin
In the cut, down the alley, see the one lurkin'
packs a sack skrill's not to large
I hooks up a sweet with chico de barge
Me's the shit, shippin, is way to high
I could take my chips by ? the product? , up, kinda fly
Cops the work but still strap by the side
Asked the bitch that I fuck if she was gon' the ride
Reply: cool!, what's my take on a white sack?
A thousand, bitch, to ass, everyone that come back
She say: cool baby, I'm in, try to this cheese
a smile on my face while she dropped to her knees
Picks up the phone and call ? ? ? ? ?
But you's a fuckin' line they might ? ? ? ? ?

All I is my strawberriez -n- cream
All I is my strawberriez -n- cream
Gettin' is the american dream
All I is my strawberriez -n- cream...

Touch for pounds so I can makes my loot
Look for a hair, redbone in a nike suit
Don't look suspicious, yo' dough at home
Straight out the airport, hit me on the pay
To the ho-tel,
Whatever pleases, get my mail
You the business
care with the sacks
16 and done spent, 24 bag
let them show change on the pack
Cause if they do, 187 is the
Did you it, okay ? ? ? ? ?
I'm on my way back with pay
Life is lookin kinda to me
Regulate out the state the ghetto d
My connection's tight, so believe the hype
But y'all keep hypin, I money off of the pipe

All I needs is my -n- cream
All I is my strawberriez -n- cream
Gettin' paid is the american
All I needs is my strawberriez -n-

Paper
Real niggas standin on the ave,
Tryin' to that