Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Money At

I've been fucking with this game for a 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 down the stairs
Your due, muthafucka!
Now who gives a about the bars the hardest?
When the DJs think they're bigger stars than the
Riding around in Ferraris doing more A & than the A & R's
And them niggas don't even scratch
like the blind leading the blind leader
Hip-hop is like the FBI in the trap The Don Diva
It makes no sense, ironic how I can straighten you
Even though I so bent
I'm about ins, everytime my money's on hip hop
every time the house nigga wins
Flooding the drought, loving the club, gun talk
and gentlemen: hip hop in one bar

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

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