Luyện nghe bài hát Street Money

Yeah, looking E-Class, I needed that, nigga
What? Trilla, to fuck niggas

You know me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be crazy
While niggas bet he dippin', you know they got
That 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
hitting that 95, I'm out to get that
That street money, that street, that street
street money, that street, that street money

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause they it for real when I step in the spot
the club like the charts, I go straight to the top
They cost a stack, so don't 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 niggas bet he dippin', you know got that
That money, that street, that street money
street money, that street, that street money

You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working 9 to 5
Plus hitting that 95, I'm out to get
That street money, that street, that street
street money, that 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, parachute to
Pistol a paratrooper, tell 'em take it easy

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

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

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