Luyện nghe bài hát Vice City

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

me up
Sensing, sensing, sensing,

Big money, big bitches
the truth, nigga I'm lost without it
7 for a headline
You want some stage we can talk about it
Niggas like they be rappin'
nice on the mic, truly not
Go against the king, y'all don't wanna
That is hella childish
Rose gold for my old
ain't satisfied then I sit 'em down
10th grade, I gave her all
But now she got some ass, I hit it now
I lease, I just all out feast
I put a blue Caprice on Gary
Bomb head and some eggs
a new raise, and a signing bonus

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

I got big money, big booty
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 shit be 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 go broke
I can't stand
I just ban myself
I might
God!

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

window blurry as a bitch
Still out it
So much money off the books
Could a book about it
Took a minute, no, wait a
Let me think it
Bout 10 years, Crips,
and tears and we still counting
Had a real thick bitch named
She fucked the whole
Every I land in Brooklyn
fuck with the whole squad
I'm more spiritual lyrical
I'm to Eli Why?
I'm wearin' black shades
And I'm west with the word of God
I think I'm ready to talk about it
niggas just talk about it
Homie you don't me for no fool
Poppin' like enemigos, los dios mio, I'm so cold
Get so deep in water, water
They should call my johnson a

Feed the needy, don't know
Paint her walls a cartoon
the pussy up so bad
Send her with some war wounds
Loaded off the 'gnac, hit her the back
Goin' her head bar stool
Touch her soul 'til I curl her
Then it's time to reload, then it's two

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

I got big money, big booty
Man shit 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
That gon' be the death of me (death of me)
I pray to a C-Note, my mama 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!