Luyện nghe bài hát Street Money

Yeah, good looking E-Class, I that, nigga
What? Trilla, realer to 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 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 hitting that 95, I'm out to get
street money, that street, that street money
That street money, street, that street money

I started flat broke, now I'm poppin' rubber
I know I'm the shit, I ate a ton of spam
If the club poppin', Ima burn a grams
the parking 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 smell sweet
All these niggas think they them on Canal Street

I'm sittin' feet, fuck, can you tell me
I let the 12's beat, 'Nightmare on Elm
So don't fall asleep 'cause my life a
And ain't 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
That street money, 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 hitting 95, I'm out to get that
That money, that street, that street money
That street money, that street, that money

We got them bottles poppin' soundin' like they gun
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 still sellin'
He claim he petrified, the of goin' broke
them Caddy Seville's, went from acid to pills
To deals if you want status you kill

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

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 money
That street money, that street, that street

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

Take the good with the bad, in the club blowin' last
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 home standin' thick as can be
R I C K R O S S, there dressed fresh
Gettin' pussy, yes, Ross, Ross

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