Luyện nghe bài hát Street Money

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

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, street money
That money, that street, that street money

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, street, that street money

I started flat broke, now I'm poppin' rubber
I know I'm the shit, I done ate a ton of
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 free game for all you thousand airs
funny sour D's will smell sweet
All niggas think they sell them on Canal Street

I'm twelve feet, fuck, can you tell me
I let the beat, 'Nightmare on Elm Street'
So don't fall asleep 'cause my 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 bet he dippin', you know they got that
That street money, that street, street money
That street money, that street, that street

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, street money

We got bottles poppin' soundin' like they gun shots
Got the models balkin', did it all with one
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 he petrified, the fear of goin' broke
It's them Caddy Seville's, from acid to pills
To deals 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 step on the shoes
And ya know I'm strapped, play by the rules

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 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, street, that street money
That street money, that street, street money

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

Bitch is bad as can be, her fantasy
Left her panties at standin' there thick as can be
R I C K R O S S, there dressed fresh
pussy, hell 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
street money, that street, that street money
That street money, that street, that street

You know me, I up on my grind, like working 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