Luyện nghe bài hát Time Is Money

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

1: Vic Mensa]
I was it, lost in the dark, but I found my lighthouse
I like it rains in the spring,
Light a J better with the lights, oh
(Dolo) Speakers in the Mac back 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 armors in that ain't it
Prolly the my people's pupils so dilated
If you die, might as well die young
Tryin' to be with the politicians
Cut schools, buy guns, but when the shots is lickin' at the ones lose they son
Instead send 'em to private schools and pull back on public funds
While functioning as if they could begin to where the fuck we comin' from
I hold my tongue, talkin' feels useless
I used to point in circles for wasted lost in excuses
is money, every second I spent in high-school clockin'
Should've been on the road fuckin' hoes, fallin' through holes in my pockets
But happens for a reason
If you to look at it that way
And put truth into the you do
And really what you say
They say the darkest comes before the brightest morning
I like to think I'd ask the things if God was right before me
Like, why you let babies get shot babies is killin'?
All because the system raised me from grade school made me the villain
Barely out of my crib,
even tie my own laces
Just moved a brand new place
But somehow I still miss my
I guess the thing about lookin' back is you change leavin'
And I guess the thing about the past is that it just ain't even

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

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

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