Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Money At

I've fucking with this game for a long time and I'm impatient
I'mma kill somebody if somebody don't me real rich this year

1]
For starters, I'm all the bread
I ain't no artist, I'm a target, I'm like the
Hip hop's currently down the stairs
rents due, muthafucka!
Now who gives a fuck about the bars the
When the DJs think they're stars than the artists
Riding around in Ferraris doing A & Ring than the A & R's
And half them niggas don't even
That's like the blind leading the leader
Hip-hop is the FBI in the trap readin' The Don Diva
It makes no sense, it's ironic how I can you
Even though I so bent
I'm about getting ins, my money's on hip hop
every time the house nigga wins
Flooding the drought, the club, Crip/Blood gun talk
Ladies and hip hop in one bar

I've been fucking this game for a long time and I'm impatient
I'mma kill somebody if don't make me real rich this year
Where my at?

2]
I put a cease and desist on this industry
Me making a friend means I just make an quit
When niggas think finna be big, their images switch
They go from getting beat by a to sweet to a cinnamon whip
They acting like they got the Vanna in Wheel of Fortune
But actually they spilling the
I tell her DJ to play mines, or we gon' ya
And on every MC's mind, they just don't say it
I flame spots, my brain lies and the top is on
How you say Nickle Nine ain't rising
Rappers no longer have to be on the lying
You get ass whooped on the net, you a pop icon
I spazz like I got the rhyme
I flash like a Nikon
I call my motherfuckin man my money, so stands out
I got my motherfuckin hand out