Luyện nghe bài hát Time Is Money

[Intro: Vic
Ay Trip, where smoke at?
Let me hit that bitch one
Bless me,
man
Boi 1da, INNANET,

[Verse 1: Vic
I was losin' it, lost in the dark, but I found my
I like when it in the spring,
Light a J better seen the lights, oh
(Dolo) Speakers in the Mac like Rose like Mike, no
I in the end niggas left, but I guess it's all alright, no
I mean, I know all them, their in that science ain't it
Prolly the reason my people's pupils so
If you gon' die, as well die young
Tryin' to be optimistic with the
Cut schools, buy guns, but when the shots is lickin' at the ones that'll they son
Instead send 'em to private schools and pull back on public funds
functioning as if they could begin to fathom where the fuck we comin' from
Sometimes I my tongue, talkin' feels useless
I used to point in circles for wasted lost in excuses
Time is money, every second I in high-school clockin'
Should've been on the road with hoes, fallin' through holes in my pockets
But everything happens for a
If you choose to look at it way
And put truth into the you do
And really what you say
They say the night comes before the brightest morning
I like to think I'd ask the right if God was right before me
Like, why you let babies get while babies is killin'?
All because the system that raised me from grade school me the villain
out of my momma's crib,
Can't even tie my own
moved into a brand new place
But I still miss my basement
I guess the thing about back is you can't change leavin'
And I guess the thing about judgin' the past is that it just ain't

[Hook: Vic Mensa &
I know that makes the world go 'round
Money the world go 'round
But don't it when you get it
My told me, told me, "Make money
But the money you make make you"
Make money, but the money you make don't you
Make money, but the money you make don't you
Make money, but the money you make don't you

[Verse 2: Vic
money, hope the money you save could save you
Silk my sheets set in sace my for my table
Too easy readin' people, tweetin', tweakin' they hate you
But what's easier is callin' your mom just to say thank you
Could've the one that never dropped
Could've been the one that got
Could've never seen what it to be mean
Be in a box
Strapped in a box Chevy with lil' Eddie home on the block
Blockin' the
It's like a solar eclipse in my city in the middle of a
shots hit kids in the dark
That's the way it is Walter Cronkite
Drunk off of the thrill, I like shootin' back in the distance
bounce off of a light pole and kill a fuckin' kid in the kitchen
Kissin' the past
Buyin' a stairway to heaven cause in time we all to die
I just know when my time comes have made mine

[Verse 3: Fresh]
Yeah, Sir Rockie I'm smoked out, but I'm
I'm never weed windin', but reclinin' while
You keep my foot on these pun niggas neck
on the road like some wheels and a board and a deck
Young nigga wildin', gotta give
Rollie on my arm, I'm the one elect
I got that fire flow, I'm the one they
Gotta get the check, these niggas say, "Turn up"
But then they turn up and then they earn
Nothin', they
Here we go, the topic of discussion
nigga, but the flow is disgustin'
And the money come fast cause I run with the nigga that
day we hustlin'
It's we came with the master plan
Not talk, but the cash in hand
Make a animorph no-mans-land
We make 100 grand just like no man can
But every I sit and watch the weekend news
See how people in the weekend lose
It give the boy the blues, fuck all clothes and shoes
what they could use and I got it