Luyện nghe bài hát Street Money

Yeah, good looking E-Class, I that, nigga
What? Trilla, realer to fuck

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

You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working 9 to 5
Plus that 95, I'm out to get that
That money, that street, that street money
That street money, that street, 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 hundred
Check the parking lot pimpin', whip cost a grand

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

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

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

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

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

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 play by the

You know me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be 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
hitting that 95, I'm out to get that
That street money, that street, that money
That street money, that street, that money

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

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

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

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