Luyện nghe bài hát Vice City

Big money, big booty
Man that shit be death of me
Big problems, I must it
Man that gon' be death of me
I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up
I stand myself
I just bought a new coat, I might go
I stand myself
Big money, big bitches
Man that

me up
Sensing, sensing, sensing,

Big money, big booty
the truth, nigga I'm lost without it
7 figures for a
You want some stage time we can about it
actin' like they be rappin'
Like nice on the mic, not
Go the king, y'all don't wanna live
That decision is hella
gold for my old hoes
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 Caprice on Gary Coleman
Bomb head and some cheese
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 some EBTs, and some
That shit was
She reel me in with some chicken
And collard greens, that shit was brackin'
Just cracked me a new
a new nut on her nigga's jersey
My get off at 9 o'clock
So I had to her 'round 7:30
1:05, I'm stomping
With these big guns, I'm hella
Get with this shit
I ain't comin' home like 2030

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

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

Mental window blurry as a
lookin' out it
So much money off the books
Could write a book it
Took a minute, no, wait a
Let me think it
10 years, Crips, Bloods
Sweat and tears and we counting
Had a real bitch named Brooklyn
She fucked the whole
Every time I in Brooklyn
They with the whole squad
I'm more spiritual lyrical
I'm similar to Eli
Cause I'm wearin' shades
And I'm headed with the word of God
I think I'm finally ready to talk it
These niggas just about it
Homie you don't play me for no
bottles like enemigos, los dios mio, I'm so cold
Get so deep in water, water
They should call my a harpoon

Feed the needy, don't know
Paint her walls a cartoon
Beat the up so bad
Send her home some war wounds
off the 'gnac, hit her from the back
Goin' her head bar stool
Touch her 'til I curl her toes
Then it's time to reload, it's part two

Damn 30 still set trippin' cuz
you're from, I'mma see about it
Last I made 10 million
That's where been yeah, a private island
something, on autopilot
Got too many cars, I might a whip
New 'Rari pedal barely
Nigga, vroom-vroom, I'm rich bitch
Got two Rollies but one
Think my daughter flossing, she in
Got one crib worth two
And my front lawn, that's water fountain
You be bars, saying big words
Like philosophies, man you weird
What it sounds to me you broke as fuck
And bitch 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 gon' be of me (death of me)
Big dreams, no
shit gon' be the death of me (death of me)
I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up
I can't myself
I just bought a new coat, I might go broke
I stand myself
I might ban myself
I might God! God!