Luyện nghe bài hát Street Money

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

You know me, I 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 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, that street, that money
That street money, that street, that street

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

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

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

You me, I walked 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 money, that 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, street, that street money

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

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

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

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

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

Take the with the bad, in the club blowin' your last
Ballin' like I violated, bottles keep me
up in skyscrapers, parachute to prevail
Pistol a paratrooper, tell '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, there dressed fresh
Gettin' pussy, hell yes, Ross,

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

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