Luyện nghe bài hát You Like Me Better Rich

Theres something the way i get it
I do, I get it
Theres something the way I did it
there's nothing to it

You don't see a n-gga doing bad
My eyes turn red I'm pulling out a mag
You see shit when ya ass get hit
You like me rich
You me better rich
I caught ya live with the .44 mag
up bitch, show me where the stash
Now we got the dope we just on the cash
You know your getting hit, you're hit

N-gga time, money, time
the barrell of the nine
See ya see ya blood
Tell ya punk ass
Lay down, down
Go kiss the ?
Police box me in, I will a hostage
Bang bang close range, there wont be no get
For the last n-gga, tell us where the sh-t at
working my nerves and I aint got patience
Barrell on my tre pound, let ya ass taste it

This little light of mine, I'm gon let it
Right under the barrell, I'm sure I miss
Say a prayer I care, I'm here for the money
Pay dumb, get done, it murder one
Six pop, hit a pop, bullets ricochet
catching hot, hell so far away
Cough up the cash shit get really bad
You don't really wanna see a n-gga when he mad

Yeah, this that Power of the sound
Some of you aint even up on this
Uh, 50, Back with avengeance
They gon call this the greatest of all time
This shit gon bring chills up spine