Luyện nghe bài hát Where My Money At

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

1]
For starters, I'm all about the
I no artist, I'm a target, I'm like the landlord
Hip hop's fallen down the stairs
Your due, muthafucka!
Now who gives a about the bars the hardest?
When the DJs they're bigger stars than the artists
Riding in Ferraris doing more A & Ring than the A & R's
And them niggas don't even scratch
like the blind leading the blind leader
Hip-hop is the FBI in the trap readin' The Don Diva
It no sense, it's ironic how I can straighten you
Even I stay so bent
I'm getting ins, everytime my money's on hip hop
That's every the house nigga wins
Flooding the drought, loving the club, gun talk
and gentlemen: hip hop in one bar

I've been fucking with this game for a time and I'm impatient
kill somebody if somebody 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 enemy
When niggas think finna be big, their images switch
They go from getting beat by a nigga to to a cinnamon whip
They acting like they got the 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, just don't say it
I flame spots, my brain and the top is on fire
How you gonna say Nine ain't rising
Rappers no longer have to be on the block
You get ass whooped on the net, you a pop icon
I like I got the right rhyme
I flash like a Nikon
I call my man my money, so money stands out
While I got my hand out