Luyện nghe bài hát Vice City

Big money, big bitches
Man that shit be death of me
Big problems, I must it
Man shit gon' be death of me
I pray to a C-Note, my mama up hope
I can't stand
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
the truth, nigga I'm lost without it
7 for a headline
You want some stage time we can talk it
actin' like they be rappin'
Like on the mic, truly not
Go against the king, don't wanna live
decision is hella childish
Rose gold for my old
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 just all out
I put a blue Caprice on Gary
Bomb head and some eggs
a new raise, and a signing bonus

Fall in bitch
Like good pussy, can't stand myself
So good, she so
She a cheesehead, patty
GED with some EBTs, and some
That was happening
She reel me in with chicken wings
And some greens, that shit was brackin'
Just 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 'round
1:05, I'm stomping
these big guns, I'm hella dirty
Get caught with this
I ain't home 'til like 2030

I got big money, big booty
Man shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big problems, I admit 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 to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope
I can't myself
I just a new coat, I might go broke
I stand myself
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 money off the fuckin' books
Could write a book it
Took a minute, no, a minute
Let me about it
Bout 10 years, Crips,
and tears and we still counting
Had a real thick bitch Brooklyn
She fucked the squad
Every time I in Brooklyn
They with the whole squad
I'm more spiritual than
I'm to Eli Why?
I'm wearin' black shades
And I'm west with the word of God
I think I'm finally ready to talk it
These just talk about it
you don't play me for no fool
Poppin' bottles like enemigos, los mio, I'm so cold
Get so deep in that water,
They should call my a harpoon

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

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

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