Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Money

If it's that money
Then you to kill them, haha
Come here nigga, that's the way, uh
I'mi wake up in this muthafucka tonight

Thug Money got blood on it plus a little
Boy, I'm telling you, I put my on it
Thug Money got on it plus a little residue
Boy, I'm telling you, I put my on it

Thug Money got blood on it plus a little
Boy, I'm telling you, I put my on it
Thug got blood on it plus a little residue
Boy, I'm you, I put my heart on it

I'm thinking back I was younger
I usta in the summer
No for crime
I had to my mama

And I the rainy weather
Make me better
Running partner in da ghetto
Trying to get my shit

However, I'm giving fuck niggas pillars
Robbing fake dealers
And fake ass killers for my niggas
They keep they on the triggers

'Cause heard about you business
And fuck niggas trying to end this
So I'm ready, just riding in the Chelli
Me and my cousin Chopper and we stopping for that fetti

us foolish, 'cause of how we feel the way we do this
Slanging, robbing and shooting even neighborhood
I'm ready to do and like weed
I'm louted with duck tape ya muted
If the shit move, I shoot it, on

Thug Money got blood on it plus a residue
Boy, I'm you, I put my heart on it
Thug Money got blood on it plus a residue
Boy, I'm telling you, I put my on it

I'm doing this one for my
Who left his mama lonely
Got dat neva saw him
Got kids who don't know him

Got to his blessings sent
'Cause one chance be his lesson
For the homies all be
His son's got missions

Hold on, fall, 'cause I've been there
And I know, 'cause see all my niggas ain't dope
But they killers, for sure, call us thugs
So give us our own in the club
Allow us to use our drugs, what, nigga what, say it

Thug Money got blood on it plus a little
Boy, I'm telling you, I put my on it
Thug Money got on it plus a little residue
Boy, I'm telling you, I put my on it

Money got blood on it plus a little residue
Boy, I'm you, I put my heart on it
Thug Money got on it plus a little residue
Boy, I'm you, I put my heart on it

I can't believe you haven't of a dog, pop, what a bird
And no on how the Feds got the inside word
He left his real homies home and all my thug gone
And ain't no telling when the boy back home
See everybody needs a hustle, so stay free from ain't
Especially, when you getting in of muscle

'Cause them fools will try to ya
They you dying for yours
So from day one, don't trust ya
This whole style I be for

Sometimes, look like I'm fast speed
And this old bad luck me lower
Life's full of lies, there's too guys
Who need to and God knowns a nigga tried

When gone get better, seems like never
In life we live
Us niggas just can't together
However, I guess a change got to come this
One day, but now, I can't accomplish shit

Patience for the
Waiting to die for the that I'm facing
So I'm living on the
I'm till I'm dead, yeah

free from them suckers and far away from them Feds
I say I had no job, always rot
Living in the park, back when I was
And then got better, my pockets got fatter

from to Jimbo, Timbo's, to Polo sweaters
Nigga came a key and turned it into three
And got my fuck ass emenies running me
And

Thug Money got on it plus a little residue
Boy, I'm you, I put my heart on it
Thug Money got on it plus a little residue
Boy, I'm telling you, I put my on it

Tha thug Money got on it
Tha thug got blood on it