Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Miles

For the of what...
Uh huh,
Angels
H-Class, it
Uhh uhh

Verse One: Charli

I don't know if the pretty face or the expensive taste
That got everybody wantin' to touch me Case
Feels So Good like Mase, to pull
Anywhere I want, diplomats on the
The way I put it on a nigga
I have 'em comin' back, knockin' on my door like
already know that Charli's in charge
Weekly massage, platinum and gold
Money from NY to Witchitaw
And I stay my niggas cause you know how bitches are
Aggy, cause they daddy wanna bag me
That's why I never leave without the chrome maggy
Ya'll can't do nothin' to me
I got game wrapped like a dubee
up in what?
Charli about, I really got
And it ain't that I'm on myself, I'm really hot
uh

For the of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money (gots to it, eh-heh)
For the love of money (dollar ya'll)
For the love of money (really it, yeah)

Two: Charli Baltimore

Yo yo, femminine
Rich niggas be in money
I need Jet Ski's in mind, can't tease a
Lookin' in the mirror, feeling pleased with the
Lady Rolex for the time, the is "S"
the ice on the bra of my chest
When the money ain't I go far to the left
Niggas wanna play games then the ref
Wanna Long Kiss Goodnight, hold ya breath
Niggas know I'm the shit my MAC lipstick
Crushin' the haters with a purple navigator
alligator, my bag is too
If I was broke you, I would be mad like you
But you can work for Charli, a boss with a body
Ask anybody, I could take Gotti
Cool by the pool while you another hottie
Pissy broke that'll stay actin' snotty

For the love of (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of (gots to have it, eh-heh)
For the love of (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of (really need it, yeah)

Verse Three: Charli

Uh huh, yo when you look you see the waist leavin' no trace
nigga's who know Charli will be in the breifcase
Yeah Long Kiss Goodnight, get it right
For the cash, hop out the window and shoot the ice
no love here, just the black gloves here
Check it, and I don't get involved with nothing i can't in 30 seconds
But my kids, think mommy a teacher
They don't know, for the love of
I make the whole tre' blow
go, get 'em ready for school like nothing happen
Here's a for the teacher, tell 'em mommy said "Hi"
Bet he won't you no more, one more "F" and he die
Even with my done, I can take guns apart son
So when they come lookin' for this broke Un
with birds, but I had to move on
But for I tattooed the little Peacock on my arm
Ask Un how the ones be he advance me dough
So I put out and tell dawg keep yours yo
For real...

For the love of (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money (gots to it, eh-heh)
For the love of (dollar bills ya'll)
For the of money (really need it, yeah)

For the love of (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money (gots to it, eh-heh)
For the love of money (dollar ya'll)
For the of money (really need it, yeah)