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 my lighthouse
I like it rains in the spring,
Light a J seen with the lights, oh
(Dolo) Speakers in the Mac back Rose like Mike, no
I know in the end niggas left, but I 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 gon' die, might as well die
Tryin' to be optimistic with the
Cut schools, buy guns, but when the shots is lickin' at the ones that'll they son
they send 'em to private schools and pull back on public funds
While functioning as if they begin to fathom where the fuck we comin' from
Sometimes I hold my tongue, talkin' feels
I used to point in circles for wasted years lost in
Time is money, second I spent in high-school clockin'
Should've been on the road fuckin' with hoes, fallin' through 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 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 while is killin'?
All because the that raised me from grade school made me the villain
Barely out of my crib,
Can't even tie my own
Just moved into a 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 the past is that it just ain't even

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

[Verse 2: Vic
Save money, hope the money you could save you
Silk my sheets set in my sugar for my table
Too easy readin' people, tweetin', like they hate you
But what's even easier is your mom just to say thank you
Could've been the one that dropped
been the one that got shot
Could've never what it means to be mean
Be in a box
Strapped in a box with lil' Eddie back home on the block
Blockin' the
It's like a eclipse in my city in the middle of a gunfight
Straight shots hit in the dark
That's the way it is 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 past
Buyin' a stairway to heaven in time we all have to die
I just when my time comes I'mma have made mine

[Verse 3: Fresh]
Yeah, Sir I'm smoked out, but I'm grindin'
I'm weed windin', but reclinin' while remindin'
You keep my foot on these pun niggas neck
Stay on the like some wheels and a board and a deck
nigga wildin', gotta give respect
Rollie on my arm, I'm the one elect
I got that flow, I'm the one they detect
Gotta get the check, niggas wanna say, "Turn up"
But then they turn up and then they what?
Nothin', frontin'
Here we go, we're the of discussion
nigga, but the flow is disgustin'
And the money come fast cause I run with the that made
day we hustlin'
It's like we came with the plan
Not talk, but the cash in hand
Make a into no-mans-land
We make 100 grand just like no man can
But every time I sit and watch the news
See how people in the weekend lose
It give the boy the blues, fuck all clothes and shoes
Motivation what they use and I got it