Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Money At

I've been fucking with this game for a long time and I'm
I'mma somebody if somebody don't make 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
Your due, muthafucka!
Now who gives a about the bars the hardest?
When the DJs think they're stars than the artists
around in Ferraris doing more A & Ring than the A & R's
And half them niggas don't even
like the blind leading the blind leader
Hip-hop is the FBI in the trap readin' The Don Diva
It makes no sense, it's how I can straighten you
Even I stay so bent
I'm about getting ins, my money's on hip hop
That's every the house nigga wins
Flooding the drought, loving the club, Crip/Blood gun
Ladies and hip hop in one bar

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

2]
I put a cease and desist on this shit
Me making a friend I just make an enemy quit
When niggas think they finna be big, their images
go from getting beat by a nigga to sweet to a cinnamon whip
They acting like they got the Vanna White in Wheel of
But they spilling the script
I tell her DJ to play mines, or we gon' ya
And that's on every mind, they just don't say it
I flame spots, my brain lies and the top is on
How you gonna say Nickle 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 call my man my money, so money stands out
While I got my hand out