Luyện nghe bài hát All About Money

[Young
You a like me

1]
You can catch me green it up,
it up,
Cut a shit over 50 bucks,
Need on the low nigga hit me up,
quick enough after pickin up,
Feds on a nigga ridiculous,
'cause the game done brought all our to us,
I done bit the
Now i double ? to the ind you bust,
Oh no move if my ind you touch,
17 but its real when you with much,
one in the chamber on the when you chillin for lunch,
and head up with your open feelin your blunt,
where im from 20 by the end of the month,
i get drunk smoke the to the end of the blunt,
Make sure 10 shells been in the pump,
if its on-first draw thats a wit luck,
all niggas playin start endin em up,
'cause your block young buck will start em up,
as soon as adrenaline pump,
make way lord 'cause im sendin em up

x2]
Its all money,
major paid,
stack your cheese in all ways,
your strap and keep your khakis creased,
yeah nigga, you a like me?

[Verse 2 -
call me D-tays up
get em up put the aks on,
let em we dont play sir,
anybody in the way gets brah,
in the way gets sprayed brah,
wanna rough?
yall cats wanna play
Tay spray stuff, erase stuff
niggas wanna start shit they gun then run,
Tay dont chase ya,
Bullets ta, replace ya,
hit em with the of the 45,
make em all duck, with the buck,
put em all up,
got 2 so we got you but we give a fuck,
seals gunnin out the cut,
at you cats,
spittin 50 like im spittin on a track,
niggas know that you cant hold that,
ima the gat till the gat click-clat,
chit chat,
niggas gun learn that you beef with this here this gone burn,
ima ya cats how to bus yall guns,
hit a up and leave his ass left numb,
dont with me,
you know i the heat,
The A.K. gun down fatefully,
you expectfully, just wait and see,
young buck and D-tay nigga to g,
If it pays to be, the in the cause,
my gun so big limp when I walk,
Dont talk the talk T.I.P. we comin,
go about money

x2]

[Verse 3 - Buck]
Its all thuggin,
gettin and shit,
you slang the dope or hit major licks,
thats why all my be sevin bricks,
yall see what we workin with,
not me doll,
i aint for shit,
G.S. 400 a leather kit,
oh you dont wanna
well bitch,
dont say shit when the flip,
see a nigga tote for the hell of it,
I givin a fuck about jealous shit,
And I dont weed for the smell of it,
Just before I kill, I the shit,
You trail me bitch I be in 50 states,
Paranoid, with 50 cakes,
a nigga find out its all heart no shake,
thats when I the place,
im out,
up in the house,
got it all-from the to a quarter ounce,
we da ass niggas, all work no slouch,
can i get that there? all count,
all amount,
but it go down and a nigga make all ya say all that out,
you gunna do nigga what you about,
either ride or die, when im in the south,
love the block, when a wake up,
i my face and then hug my glock,
brush my and scream south side,
smoke a and put on my socks,
but it dont stop, from dusk to dawn,
a nigga been out here on his day to day,
see im only 17 but a nigga out here just gains