Luyện nghe bài hát Street Money

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

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

I started broke, now I'm poppin' rubber bands
I know I'm the shit, I ate a ton of spam
If the poppin', Ima burn a hundred grams
the parking lot pimpin', whip cost a hundred grand

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

I'm sittin' twelve feet, fuck, can you 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 know I'm spittin'

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

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 street money, that street, street 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 the product, so my people come to shop

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

they have it for real when I step in the spot
Treat the club like the charts, I go to the top
cost a stack, so don't step on the shoes
And ya know I'm strapped, I'ma 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
street money, that street, that street money
That street money, that street, 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 street
That street money, that street, that money

Take the good with the bad, in the club blowin' your
like I violated, bottles keep me hydrated
Party up in skyscrapers, to prevail
Pistol like a paratrooper, tell 'em 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, standin' there dressed
Gettin' pussy, yes, Ross, Ross

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