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 losin' it, lost in the dark, but I found my
I like it rains in the spring,
Light a J better with 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, armors in that science ain't it
Prolly the reason my pupils so dilated
If you gon' die, might as die young
Tryin' to be optimistic with the
Cut schools, buy guns, but the shots is lickin' at the ones that'll lose they son
they send 'em to private schools and pull back on public funds
While as if they could begin to fathom where the fuck we comin' from
Sometimes I hold my tongue, talkin' useless
I used to point in circles for years lost in excuses
Time is money, every I spent in high-school clockin'
been on the road fuckin' with hoes, fallin' through holes in my pockets
But everything for a reason
If you choose to at it that way
And put into the things you do
And believe what you say
They say the darkest night comes before the morning
I like to think I'd ask the things if God was right before me
Like, why you let babies get shot while is killin'?
All because the system that raised me from grade made me the villain
out of my momma's crib,
Can't even tie my own
Just into a brand new place
But somehow I miss my basement
I guess the thing about lookin' back is you can't leavin'
And I guess the thing about judgin' the past is that it just ain't

Vic Mensa & Beldina]
I know that money the world go 'round
Money makes the world go
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 don't make you
Make money, but the you make don't make you
money, but the money you make don't make you

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

[Verse 3: Rockie
Yeah, Sir Rockie I'm smoked out, but I'm
I'm never weed windin', but while remindin'
You I'mma keep my foot on pun niggas neck
on the road like some wheels and a board and a deck
Young nigga wildin', gotta respect
on my arm, I'm the one they elect
I got fire flow, I'm the one they detect
get the check, these niggas wanna say, "Turn up"
But then turn up and then they earn what?
Nothin', frontin'
Here we go, the topic of discussion
nigga, but the flow is disgustin'
And the money come fast I run with the nigga that made
day we hustlin'
It's like we came the master plan
Not just talk, but the cash in
a animorph into no-mans-land
We could 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, all these clothes and shoes
Motivation what could use and I got it