Luyện nghe bài hát You Like Me Better Rich

Theres about 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 than I'm out a mag
You see shit clear ya ass get hit
You me better rich
You like me better
I caught where ya with the .44 mag
up bitch, show me where the stash
Now we got the dope we waiting on the cash
You know your getting hit, you're hit

N-gga time, money, money
the barrell of the nine
See ya see ya blood
Tell ya ass weak
Lay down, down
Go 'head the ?
box me in, I will kill a hostage
Bang bang close range, there wont be no get
For the last time n-gga, tell us the sh-t at
You're working my nerves and I got patience
on my tre pound, I'll let ya ass taste it

This little of mine, I'm gon let it shine
Right under the barrell, I'm sure I wont
Say a prayer I care, I'm here for the money
Pay dumb, get done, call it one
Six pop, hit a pop, bullets ricochet
Your catching hot, so far away
Cough up the cash before shit get bad
You really really wanna see a n-gga when he mad

Yeah, this that of the Dollar sound
Some of you n-ggas even up on this
Uh, yeah 50, Back with
They gon call the greatest coe=meback of all time
This shit gon bring chills up spine