Luyện nghe bài hát Street Money

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

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

I started 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 grams
Check the lot pimpin', whip cost a hundred grand

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

I'm sittin' 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 gotta speak, they know I'm spittin' cheese

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, that street

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 street money, that street, that money

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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