Luyện nghe bài hát Vice City

Big money, big bitches
Man that shit be death of me
Big problems, I admit it
Man that shit gon' be of me
I to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope
I can't stand
I just bought a new coat, I go broke
I can't stand
Big money, big booty
Man that

me up
Sensing, sensing, sensing,

Big money, big booty
Tell the truth, I'm lost without it
7 for a headline
You want stage time we can talk about it
Niggas actin' like be rappin'
Like on the mic, truly not
Go against the king, don't wanna live
That is hella childish
gold for my old hoes
They ain't satisfied then I sit 'em
10th grade, I gave her all
But now she got ass, I wanna hit it now
I don't lease, I just all out
I put a blue on Gary Coleman
Bomb head and some cheese
That's a new raise, and a bonus

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

I got big money, big bitches
Man that 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 gon' be death of me (death of me)
I to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope
I can't stand
I bought a new coat, I might go broke
I can't stand
I just ban myself
I might
God!

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

Mental window blurry as a
Still out it
So money off the fuckin' books
write a book about it
Took a minute, no, a minute
Let me about it
10 years, Crips, Bloods
Sweat and tears and we still
Had a real thick bitch named
She fucked the whole
Every time I in Brooklyn
They fuck the whole squad
I'm more than lyrical
I'm similar to Eli
Cause I'm wearin' black
And I'm headed west with the of God
I think I'm finally to talk about it
These niggas just about it
you don't play me for no fool
Poppin' like enemigos, los dios mio, I'm so cold
Get so in that water, water
They should call my johnson a

Feed the needy, don't graffiti
Paint her like a cartoon
the pussy up so bad
Send her home with some war
off the 'gnac, hit her from the back
Goin' 'cross her head bar
Touch her soul 'til I curl her
Then it's time to reload, it's part two

Damn near 30 set trippin' cuz
Where from, I'mma see about it
Last year I 10 million
That's I've been yeah, a private island
Smoking something, on
Got too many cars, I crash a whip
New 'Rari pedal tapping
Nigga, vroom-vroom, yeah I'm bitch
Got two Rollies but one
my daughter flossing, she in Kindergarten
Got one crib worth two
And my lawn, yeah that's water fountain
You be talking bars, saying big
Like philosophies, man you homie
it sounds to me that you broke as fuck
And your gon' leave and that's real homie

I got big money, big bitches
Man that shit gon' be of me (death of me)
Big problems, I must it
Man that 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 myself
I just a new coat, I just might go broke
I can't myself
I just might ban
I might God! God!