Luyện nghe bài hát Street Money

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

You know me, I walked up in the spot, the be goin' crazy
While 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
That street money, that street, that street
street money, that street, that street money

I flat broke, now I'm poppin' rubber 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 that's free game for all you airs
It's sour 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, on Elm Street'
So don't fall 'cause my life a dream
And they ain't gotta speak, they know I'm cheese

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

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

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

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

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

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, 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 that 95, I'm out to get that
That street money, that street, that money
That street money, that street, that street

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

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

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