Luyện nghe bài hát Street Money

Yeah, good E-Class, I needed that, nigga
What? Trilla, to fuck niggas

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

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

I started flat broke, now I'm poppin' bands
I know I'm the shit, I done ate a ton of
If the club poppin', Ima burn a grams
Check the parking lot pimpin', whip a hundred grand

I'm in love with shades, I got a thousand
So free game for all you thousand airs
It's funny sour D's smell sweet
All these niggas they sell them on Canal Street

I'm sittin' twelve feet, fuck, can you me
I let the 12's beat, 'Nightmare on Elm
So don't fall asleep 'cause my life a
And they ain't gotta speak, they know I'm cheese

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

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

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

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

'Cause have it for real when I step 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 I'm strapped, I'ma play by the rules

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

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

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

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

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