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 when it in the spring,
Light a J seen with the lights, oh
(Dolo) in the Mac back like Rose like Mike, no
I in the end niggas left, but I guess it's all alright, no
I mean, I all them, their armors in that science ain't it
Prolly the reason my people's 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 they send 'em to private schools and pull back on public
While functioning as if they begin to fathom where the fuck we comin' from
Sometimes I my tongue, talkin' feels useless
I used to point in circles for wasted years lost in
is money, every second I spent in high-school clockin'
Should've on the road fuckin' with hoes, fallin' through holes in my pockets
But everything happens for a
If you choose to look at it way
And put into the things you do
And really believe 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 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
Just into a brand new place
But somehow I still miss my
I the thing about lookin' back is you can't change leavin'
And I guess the thing about judgin' the past is that it ain't even

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

2: Vic Mensa]
Save money, hope the money you save save you
Silk my sheets set in sace my sugar for my
Too easy readin' people, tweetin', tweakin' like hate you
But what's easier is callin' your mom just to say thank you
been the one that never dropped
Could've been the one that got
never seen what it means to be mean
Be in a box
Strapped in a box Chevy with Eddie back home on the block
the sunlight
It's like a solar eclipse in my city in the of a gunfight
Straight hit kids in the dark
the way it is like Walter Cronkite
Drunk off of the thrill, I feel like back in the distance
bounce off of a light 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 when my time comes have made mine

[Verse 3: Fresh]
Yeah, Sir Rockie I'm smoked out, but I'm
I'm never windin', but reclinin' 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
Rollie on my arm, I'm the one they
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 they earn what?
Nothin', frontin'
Here we go, the topic of discussion
Fresh nigga, but the flow is
And the money come fast cause I run with the nigga made
day we hustlin'
It's we came with the master plan
Not just talk, but the in hand
Make a animorph into
We could make 100 grand like no man can
But time 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