Luyện nghe bài hát Vice City

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

me up
Sensing, sensing, sensing,

Big money, big bitches
Tell the truth, nigga I'm lost it
7 for a headline
You want some stage time we can about it
actin' like they be rappin'
Like nice on the mic, not
Go against the king, y'all don't wanna
That is hella childish
Rose for my old hoes
They ain't satisfied then I sit 'em
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
head and some cheese eggs
That's a new raise, and a signing

Fall in bitch
Like good pussy, can't stand myself
So good, she so
She a cheesehead, melt
GED with some EBTs, and some
shit was happening
She reel me in some chicken wings
And some collard greens, that 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 fast
With big guns, I'm hella dirty
Get with 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 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 stand
I might ban myself
I just
God!

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

Mental window blurry as a
lookin' out it
So much money off the fuckin'
Could write a about it
a minute, no, wait a minute
Let me think it
10 years, Crips, Bloods
Sweat and and we still counting
Had a real bitch named Brooklyn
She the whole squad
Every I land in Brooklyn
They fuck with the squad
I'm more than lyrical
I'm similar to Eli
I'm wearin' black shades
And I'm headed west 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
Poppin' like enemigos, los dios mio, I'm so cold
Get so deep in water, water
They should call my a harpoon

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

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

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