Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Money

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

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 a little residue
Boy, I'm telling you, I put my on it

Thug Money got blood on it plus a 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

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

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

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

they heard about you business
And these fuck niggas trying to end
So I'm ready, just dirty in the Chelli
Me and my cousin named and we stopping for that fetti

Call us foolish, 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 always louted with tape ya muted
If the shit move, I shoot it, on

Thug Money got 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 you, I put my heart on it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When it's gone get better, seems never
In this life we
Us niggas can't stick together
However, I guess a change got to from this
One day, but right now, I can't shit

Patience for the
Waiting to die for the troubles that I'm
So I'm on the edge
I'm thugging till I'm dead,

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

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

Money got blood on it plus a little residue
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

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