Luyện nghe bài hát Vice City

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

me up
Sensing, sensing, sensing,

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

in this bitch
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 some wings
And some collard greens, shit was brackin'
cracked 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 fast
With these big guns, I'm hella
Get caught this shit
I ain't comin' home 'til like

I got big money, big booty
Man that shit be death of me (death of me)
Big problems, I must it
Man shit gon' 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 stand
I just a new coat, I might go broke
I can't stand
I just might ban
I just
God!

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

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

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

Damn 30 still set trippin' cuz
Where you're from, I'mma see it
Last year I 10 million
That's where I've been yeah, a private
Smoking something, on
Got too cars, I might crash a whip
New 'Rari barely tapping
Nigga, vroom-vroom, I'm rich bitch
Got two Rollies but one
Think my flossing, she in Kindergarten
Got one worth two cribs
And my front lawn, yeah that's water
You be talking bars, saying big
philosophies, man you weird homie
What it sounds to me that you broke as
And your gon' leave and that's real 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 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 gave up hope
I stand myself
I just bought a new coat, I might go broke
I can't myself
I just might ban
I just God! God!