Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Yo, I got this plan to some money
I want you to keep shit to yourself
At 6:15 a.m, the truck out of the
office on Lankershin and Wilsher
Now it makes one stop before it goes to
Which is a drop-off at First Federal Loan and Savings

I did I could to get by
Slang dope, people, hands in the sky
you livin' on the edge, yeah homie it's a high
You get caught up in the and eventually you die

Livin' in a hard world, some are lies
Son you better up and open up your eyes
Shit it easy homie people will connive
Better have a hustle, if you mean to

Why so greedy, can you tell us all why?
Look homie me you're fuckin' metal ply
For the dollar is a target that's real
Talkin' is smog fate's signed and sealed

You could be the one cross 'em in the path
What if you do the math you can avoid the blood bath
All the money that we too weak to take greed
Give it to an man the money is still deep

Dollar y'all
Dollar y'all
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, dollar y'all

bill y'all
Dollar bill
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, dollar bill

Dollar y'all
bill y'all
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, bill y'all

Dollar y'all
bill y'all
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, dollar bill

I ain't got all my life

for the mean green
Never get enough is a mother fuckin' gangsta
For the on a cash flow
You could live fast and you die slow

Show where's the can bet ass you believe it
'Cause niggas that you try hard to be schemin'
Work is fuck for everything to rock
You a mother fucker 'fore I get got

Fools got game and drop names
My faster than a runaway train
the world don't ask me for shit
Catch you on your knees and you want dick

Spot a gold nigga with a trigger
Each root they make, their get bigger
For the love of the money, pussy, and
Fools and get all twisted up

Dollar y'all
Dollar y'all
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, dollar bill

Dollar y'all
Dollar bill
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, dollar y'all

bill y'all
Dollar bill
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, dollar bill

Dollar y'all
bill y'all
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, bill y'all

Only if ya keep your eyes peeled
you were talkin' for jacks and that's real
Whether you rap or do biz or drug
for the dollar, you can get yourself killed

He decided to jet it, could with no discussion
Straps of all pain fuckin' eruptin'
For the little papers jackin' your neighbors
But what if your put the arms in his favor?

Picked up the to mash you punk bitches
Don't wanna earn shit you wanna for the riches
Nothin' in for free my nigga learn that
You burn they might just burn back

nigga to the third degree
Auh y'all trigger to be
Put out of you misery, you're son
When your disappears, then the mystery come

Dollar y'all
bill y'all
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, dollar y'all

Dollar y'all
Dollar y'all
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, bill y'all

Dollar y'all
Dollar bill
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, dollar bill

Dollar y'all
Dollar bill
Dollar, dollar,
Dollar, dollar y'all