Luyện nghe bài hát Vice City

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

me up
Sensing, sensing, sensing,

Big money, big bitches
Tell the truth, I'm lost without it
7 figures for a
You want some stage we can talk about it
Niggas actin' like be rappin'
Like nice on the mic, not
Go against the king, don't wanna live
That decision is childish
gold for my old hoes
They ain't satisfied I sit 'em down
10th grade, I gave her all
But now she got some ass, I hit it now
I lease, I just all out feast
I put a blue on Gary Coleman
Bomb head and some cheese
That's a new raise, and a signing

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

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

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

Mental blurry as a bitch
lookin' out it
So much money off the books
write a book about it
Took a minute, no, a minute
Let me think it
10 years, Crips, Bloods
Sweat and and we still counting
Had a real bitch named Brooklyn
She fucked the squad
Every I land 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 with the word of God
I think I'm finally ready to about it
These just talk about it
Homie you play me for no fool
bottles like enemigos, los dios mio, I'm so cold
Get so deep in that water,
should call my johnson a harpoon

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

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

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