Luyện nghe bài hát Try'n 2 Make A Million

(Juvenile)
Do you what this ballin is, I'm talking bout marble floors
in private jets, hoes behind Rover doors
You talked me bad but what you doin
Nothin but walkin round tha projects
Get mad when I tha karats don't want to see me have it
I tomorrow I'll be smokin a 'gar in Paris
My cellular ring, ok let's up this change
Beeper blowin up, I'm down at tha game
I'm changin cars so tha feds won't mess wit me
tha Q 4-5 and hop in tha Cherokee
At about 8:30 I'll be rollin in a
on condact on my way to my condominium
Been rollin lavish, eatin in commanders palace
attracted to tha savage
Where niggas is chillin, in tha Royce and tha Getta
My girlfriend is my berretta, I left her
you know about them Beamers and Moe-Moe's
Them 4-doors and them '97 Volvos
Hell I might as well buy me a instead
And get fed grace by Miss USA

(Juvenile)]
How can I make a
tha feds investigating my building
I know niggas gone try me, I'ma have to kill
But keep on makin money up until then

(Baby)
Golds and hoes, niggas doin
My everyday wear is and Girbauds
Young nigga look I'm than Russell Simmons
And I got more money than tha average
I done sold nigga, I done hit blocks
I done sold rocks, tha cheap shit had to
I had to be tha biggest on VL block
So I open me a quarter ki spot
Two G's a Q-P, now my is hot
A G's a week nigga, so I couldn't stop
Now I stole me a few ki's
I'm tha only young nigga Uptown frontin
You believe me ask Joe Casey
My coke history speak for me
Diamonds and all across tha T-O-P
And all these hoes wanna ride in my Lexus
If it cheddar or cheese it ain't gravy
And these car stealin hoes stay up off tha
And these playa hatin niggas need to stop passin tha UPT
And all my new hoes gone in my Hummer
But I got a top of tha line beside me
And if a fuck up my hoe gone ride for me
See put change on my own brain
Bitch I spent 50 G's bullet my Hummer man
25 G's on Fresh's nigga
We all pack vests nigga, I you heard me nigga
Big got a Tec and a Lex and he flexin
And if a nigga disrespect God gone to bless em
And let his mom dress em it's all good
It's all gravy, bitch stop playa hatin

(Mannie Fresh)
I done did more hoes than Jackson done shows
I done more money than Tommy sale clothes
I don't think you can umout shine me man
You to um stand behind me man
Come through this lit up like December
Givin all these pretty something to remember
I'ma nigga wit some specie boots
Spillin on tha floor oppps
Picture me and yo old' lady naked and shit
She drunker than a muthafucka, my dick
I just gave yo hoe a for her trouble
And I'm telling her we can bade in Moet
Separate my money, and
Big Tymers they ass wit 20's and 10's