Luyện nghe bài hát Vice City

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

me up
Sensing, sensing, sensing,

Big money, big bitches
Tell the truth, nigga I'm lost it
7 for a headline
You want some stage we can talk about it
Niggas actin' they be rappin'
nice on the mic, truly not
Go against the king, don't wanna live
That decision is childish
Rose gold for my old
They ain't then I sit 'em down
grade, I gave her all shade
But now she got ass, I wanna hit it now
I lease, I just all out feast
I put a blue Caprice on Coleman
head and some cheese eggs
That's a new raise, and a bonus

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

I got big money, big booty
Man that shit 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 pray to a C-Note, my gave up hope
I can't myself
I just bought a new coat, I go broke
I can't myself
I just ban myself
I might
God!

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

window blurry as a bitch
Still out it
So much money off the fuckin'
Could write a book it
Took a minute, no, a minute
Let me think it
Bout 10 years, Crips,
Sweat and and we still counting
Had a real thick bitch Brooklyn
She the whole squad
Every time I land in
They fuck with the squad
I'm spiritual than lyrical
I'm to Eli Why?
Cause I'm wearin' shades
And I'm headed with the word of God
I I'm finally ready to talk about it
These niggas just talk it
Homie you don't me for no fool
bottles like enemigos, los dios mio, I'm so cold
Get so in that water, water
They should my johnson a harpoon

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

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

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