Luyện nghe bài hát Vice City

Big money, big bitches
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 myself
I just bought a new coat, I go broke
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 stage time we can talk it
Niggas actin' like be rappin'
Like nice on the mic, not
Go against the king, y'all don't live
That is hella childish
Rose gold for my old
They ain't satisfied I sit 'em down
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 cheese eggs
a new raise, and a signing bonus

Fall in bitch
Like some good pussy, can't myself
So good, she so
She a cheesehead, melt
GED with some EBTs, and EBD's
That was happening
She reel me in with some wings
And some greens, that shit was brackin'
Just me a new bitch
Bust a new nut on her jersey
My bitch get off at 9
So I had to shake her 7:30
1:05, I'm stomping
With these big guns, I'm dirty
Get caught with shit
I ain't comin' home 'til like

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 pray to a C-Note, my mama up hope
I stand myself
I just bought a new coat, I go broke
I can't myself
I might ban myself
I might
God!

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

Mental window 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,
and tears and we still counting
Had a real thick bitch named
She fucked the squad
Every time I in Brooklyn
They with the whole squad
I'm more than lyrical
I'm to Eli Why?
I'm wearin' black shades
And I'm headed west with the of God
I think I'm ready to talk about it
These niggas talk about it
Homie you play me for no fool
Poppin' bottles like enemigos, los dios mio, I'm so
Get so deep in water, water
They should call my johnson a

Feed the needy, know graffiti
her walls like a cartoon
Beat the up so bad
Send her home some war wounds
Loaded off the 'gnac, hit her from the
Goin' 'cross her bar stool
Touch her 'til I curl her toes
it's time to reload, then it's part two

Damn 30 still set trippin' cuz
you're from, I'mma see about it
Last year I 10 million
That's where I've been yeah, a private
something, on autopilot
Got too many cars, I crash a whip
New 'Rari barely tapping
Nigga, vroom-vroom, yeah I'm bitch
Got two but one missing
my daughter flossing, she in Kindergarten
Got one worth two cribs
And my front lawn, yeah that's 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 that's real

I got big money, big booty
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 stand myself
I just bought a new coat, I just might go
I can't stand
I just ban myself
I might God! God!