Luyện nghe bài hát Vice City

Big money, big booty
Man shit gon' be death of me
Big problems, I must it
Man that shit be death of me
I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up
I stand myself
I bought a new coat, I might 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 figures for a
You want some stage we can talk about it
Niggas actin' they be rappin'
Like on the mic, truly not
Go against the king, don't wanna live
That decision is hella
Rose gold for my old
They ain't then 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 all out feast
I put a blue on Gary Coleman
Bomb and some cheese eggs
That's a new raise, and a bonus

Fall in this
some good pussy, can't stand myself
So good, she so
She a cheesehead, melt
GED with some EBTs, and EBD's
That shit was
She reel me in with chicken wings
And some collard greens, that was brackin'
Just me a new bitch
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
these big guns, I'm hella dirty
Get caught with this
I ain't comin' home 'til 2030

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

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

window blurry as a bitch
Still out it
So money off the fuckin' books
Could write a book it
Took a minute, no, wait a
Let me think it
10 years, Crips, Bloods
Sweat and and we still counting
Had a real thick bitch Brooklyn
She the whole squad
Every time I in Brooklyn
fuck with the whole squad
I'm more spiritual than
I'm to Eli Why?
I'm wearin' black shades
And I'm headed west with the of God
I I'm finally ready to talk 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 in that water, water
They call my johnson a harpoon

Feed the needy, know graffiti
Paint her like a cartoon
Beat the 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 curl her
it's time to reload, then it's part two

Damn 30 still set trippin' cuz
Where from, I'mma see about it
year I made 10 million
That's where I've been yeah, a private
something, on autopilot
Got too many cars, I might crash a
New pedal barely tapping
Nigga, vroom-vroom, I'm rich bitch
Got two Rollies but one
Think my daughter flossing, she in
Got one crib two cribs
And my front lawn, yeah water fountain
You be talking bars, saying big
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 shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big problems, I must it
Man that shit be death of me (death of me)
Big dreams, no
That shit gon' be the of me (death of me)
I pray to a C-Note, my gave up hope
I stand myself
I bought a new coat, I just might go broke
I stand myself
I might ban myself
I just God! God!