Luyện nghe bài hát Street Money

Yeah, looking E-Class, I needed that, nigga
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 street money, that street, street money
street money, that street, that street money

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You know me, I walked up in the spot, the be goin' crazy
While niggas bet he dippin', you they got that
That street money, that street, 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, that 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, this her
Left her panties at standin' there thick as can be
R I C K R O S S, standin' dressed fresh
Gettin' pussy, yes, Ross, Ross

You know me, I up in the spot, the baby's be goin' crazy
While 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 up on my grind, like working that 9 to 5
Plus that 95, I'm out to get that
That money, that street, that street money
That money, that street, that street money