Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Money At

I've been fucking with game for a long time and I'm impatient
I'mma kill somebody if somebody don't make me real 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 fallen down the
rents due, muthafucka!
Now who gives a fuck about the bars the
When the DJs think they're bigger stars than the
Riding around in Ferraris doing A & Ring than the A & R's
And half them don't even scratch
That's like the blind leading the leader
Hip-hop is like the FBI in the readin' The Don Diva
It no sense, it's ironic how I can straighten you
Even though I stay so
I'm about ins, everytime my money's on hip hop
That's every time the house nigga
Flooding the drought, loving the club, Crip/Blood gun
and gentlemen: hip hop in one bar

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

2]
I put a cease and desist on industry shit
Me making a friend I just make an enemy quit
niggas think they finna be big, their images switch
They go from getting by a nigga to sweet to a cinnamon whip
They like they got the Vanna White in Wheel of Fortune
But actually spilling the script
I tell her DJ to play mines, or we spray ya
And that's on every MC's mind, they don't say it
I spots, my brain lies and the top is on fire
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 right
I flash a shot Nikon
I my motherfuckin man my money, so money stands out
I got my motherfuckin hand out