Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Money

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

Thug Money got blood on it plus a 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

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

I'm thinking when I was younger
I usta hustle in the
No time for
I had to help my

And I love the weather
Make me hustle
into partner in da ghetto
Trying to get my shit

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

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

Call us foolish, 'cause of how we the way we do this
Slanging, and shooting even neighborhood polluted
I'm ready to do this and like
I'm always louted with duck tape ya
If the shit move, I it, hold on

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

I'm doing one for my homies
Who left his baby mama
Got chur-en dat saw him
Got kids who don't know him

Got to count his blessings
'Cause one chance be his only
For the all be missing
His son's got missions

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

Thug got blood 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

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

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

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

it's gone get better, seems like never
In this we live
Us just can't stick together
However, I guess a got to come from this
One day, but right now, I can't shit

for the frustration
Waiting to die for the that I'm facing
So I'm on the edge
I'm thugging I'm dead, yeah

Standing 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 things got better, my got fatter

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

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

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