Luyện nghe bài hát Street Money

Yeah, good looking E-Class, I needed that,
What? Trilla, realer to niggas

You me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be goin' crazy
While niggas bet he dippin', you know they got
That money, that street, that street money
That street money, street, that street money

You me, I stay up on my grind, like working that 9 to 5
Plus that 95, I'm out to get that
That street money, that street, street money
That street money, that street, that street

I started broke, now I'm poppin' rubber bands
I know I'm the shit, I ate a ton of spam
If the club poppin', Ima a hundred grams
Check the parking lot pimpin', cost a hundred grand

I'm in with shades, I got a thousand pairs
So that's free for all you thousand airs
It's funny sour D's will sweet
All these niggas think they them on Canal Street

I'm sittin' feet, fuck, can you tell me
I let the 12's beat, on Elm Street'
So don't asleep 'cause my life a dream
And they ain't gotta speak, they I'm spittin' cheese

You know me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be goin'
While niggas bet he dippin', you know they got
That street money, that street, that street
street money, that street, that street money

You me, I stay up on my grind, like working that 9 to 5
Plus hitting 95, I'm out to get that
That money, that street, that street money
street money, that street, that street money

We got them poppin' soundin' like they gun shots
Got the models balkin', did it all with one
I hit a lot markets, start 'em off one block
People love the product, so my come to shop

My uncle, 65, he still dope
He claim he petrified, the fear of broke
It's them Caddy Seville's, from acid to pills
To elaborate if you want status you kill

'Cause they have it for real when I in the spot
Treat the like the charts, I go straight to the top
They cost a stack, so don't on the shoes
And ya know I'm strapped, play by the rules

You know me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be crazy
niggas bet he dippin', you know they got that
That street money, that street, that money
That street money, that street, that money

You me, I stay up on my grind, like working that 9 to 5
hitting that 95, I'm out to get that
That street money, street, that street money
That street money, that street, that money

Take the good the bad, in the club blowin' your last
Ballin' like I violated, bottles me hydrated
Party up in skyscrapers, parachute to
Pistol like a paratrooper, tell 'em take it

is bad as can be, this her fantasy
Left her panties at home standin' there as can be
R I C K R O S S, standin' dressed fresh
pussy, hell yes, Ross, Ross

You me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be goin' crazy
While niggas bet he dippin', you know got that
That street money, that street, that street
That street money, that street, street money

You know me, I stay up on my grind, working that 9 to 5
Plus that 95, I'm out to get that
That street money, that street, that street
That money, that street, that street money