Luyện nghe bài hát Vice City

Big money, big bitches
Man that shit gon' be of me
Big problems, I must it
Man that shit gon' be of me
I pray to a C-Note, my mama up hope
I stand myself
I just bought a new coat, I might go
I can't stand
Big money, big bitches
Man shit

me up
Sensing, sensing, sensing,

Big money, big booty
Tell the truth, nigga I'm without it
7 figures for a
You want stage time we can talk about it
Niggas actin' like be rappin'
nice on the mic, truly not
Go against the king, y'all wanna live
decision is hella childish
Rose for my old hoes
They ain't then I sit 'em down
10th grade, I her all shade
But now she got ass, I wanna hit it now
I don't lease, I all out feast
I put a Caprice on Gary Coleman
Bomb and some cheese eggs
a new raise, and a signing bonus

Fall in this
Like some good pussy, can't stand
So good, she so
She a cheesehead, melt
GED with EBTs, and some EBD's
shit was happening
She reel me in with some chicken
And some collard greens, that was brackin'
Just cracked me a new
a new nut on her nigga's jersey
My bitch get off at 9
So I had to her 'round 7:30
1:05, I'm fast
these big guns, I'm hella dirty
Get caught with this
I ain't home 'til like 2030

I got big money, big bitches
Man shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big problems, I must it
Man that shit gon' be of me (death of me)
Big dreams, no
Man that shit be death of me (death of me)
I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up
I stand myself
I bought a new coat, I might go broke
I stand myself
I just might ban
I might
God!

I'm focused blessed, cause my eyes be the truth

window blurry as a bitch
Still out it
So much off the fuckin' books
Could a book about it
Took a minute, no, a minute
Let me think it
Bout 10 years, Crips,
Sweat and tears and we counting
Had a real thick bitch Brooklyn
She fucked the squad
Every I land in Brooklyn
They with the whole squad
I'm more spiritual than
I'm similar to Eli
Cause I'm wearin' shades
And I'm west with the word of God
I think I'm finally ready to talk it
These niggas talk about it
Homie you play me for no fool
Poppin' bottles enemigos, los dios mio, I'm so cold
Get so in that water, water
They should my johnson a harpoon

Feed the needy, know graffiti
Paint her walls like a
Beat the up so bad
her home with some war wounds
Loaded off the 'gnac, hit her from the
Goin' her head bar stool
Touch her soul 'til I her toes
Then it's time to reload, then it's two

Damn near 30 still set cuz
Where you're from, see about it
Last year I 10 million
That's I've been yeah, a private island
something, on autopilot
Got too cars, I might crash a whip
New 'Rari pedal tapping
Nigga, vroom-vroom, yeah I'm rich
Got two but one missing
my daughter flossing, she in Kindergarten
Got one crib two cribs
And my front lawn, yeah that's fountain
You be talking bars, saying big
philosophies, man you weird homie
What it to me that you broke as fuck
And your bitch gon' leave and real homie

I got big money, big bitches
Man that gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big problems, I admit it
Man shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big dreams, no
shit gon' be the death of me (death of me)
I pray to a C-Note, my gave up hope
I can't stand
I just bought a new coat, I just go broke
I stand myself
I might ban myself
I might God! God!