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 bet he dippin', you know they got that
That street money, that street, street money
That street money, that street, that money

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

I started flat broke, now I'm poppin' rubber
I know I'm the shit, I done ate a ton of
If the club poppin', Ima burn a hundred
Check the 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 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 asleep 'cause my a dream
And they ain't speak, they know I'm spittin' cheese

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

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

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

'Cause have it for real when I step in the spot
Treat the club like the charts, I go to the top
They cost a stack, so 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 niggas bet he dippin', you know they got
That street money, that street, that money
That 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, street money
That street money, street, that street money

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

is bad as can be, this her fantasy
Left her panties at home standin' 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 money
That street money, that street, that street

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