Luyện nghe bài hát Vice City

Big money, big bitches
Man that shit gon' be 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 stand myself
I just bought a new coat, I might go
I can't myself
Big money, big bitches
Man shit

me up
Sensing, sensing, sensing,

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

Fall in this
Like good pussy, can't stand myself
So good, she so
She a cheesehead, patty
GED some EBTs, and some EBD's
That was happening
She reel me in with chicken wings
And some collard greens, that was brackin'
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 fast
With big guns, I'm hella dirty
Get caught with this
I comin' home 'til like 2030

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

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

window blurry as a bitch
Still out it
So much money off the fuckin'
Could write a 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 named
She the whole squad
time I land in Brooklyn
They fuck the whole squad
I'm more spiritual lyrical
I'm to Eli Why?
Cause I'm wearin' shades
And I'm headed with the word of God
I think I'm finally to talk about it
niggas just talk about it
Homie you play me for no fool
bottles like enemigos, los dios mio, I'm so cold
Get so in that water, water
They should call my a harpoon

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

near 30 still set trippin' cuz
Where from, I'mma see about it
Last year I made 10
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 bitch
Got two but one missing
Think my flossing, she in Kindergarten
Got one crib worth two
And my front lawn, that's water fountain
You be talking bars, big words
Like philosophies, man you weird
What it sounds to me you broke as fuck
And your bitch gon' leave and real homie

I got big money, big booty
Man that gon' be death 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 to a C-Note, my mama 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 just God! God!