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,
Never quick after pickin up,
on a nigga block ridiculous,
'cause the game brought all our shit to us,
I done bit the
Now i ride ? to the ind you bust,
Oh no wrong if my ind you touch,
17 but its when you playin with much,
one in the on the table when you chillin for lunch,
and head up with your door open your blunt,
where im 20 gone by the end of the month,
i get smoke the weed to the end of the blunt,
Make sure 10 done been in the pump,
if its on-first draw thats a wit luck,
all niggas playin games endin em up,
'cause your block young will start bendin em up,
as soon as adrenaline pump,
make way lord 'cause im sendin em up

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

2 - D-tay]
They me D-tays up
get em up put the aks on,
let em know we dont sir,
anybody in the way gets brah,
anybody in the way gets brah,
wanna rough?
yall cats play tough
Tay wanna spray stuff, stuff
wanna start shit with they gun then run,
Tay dont chase ya,
Bullets wait ta, ya,
hit em the shells 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 rounds im spittin on a track,
yall know that you cant hold that,
ima the gat till the gat click-clat,
then chat,
niggas gun learn that you beef with here this heat gone burn,
ima show ya how to bus yall guns,
hit a nigga up and leave his ass numb,
dont play me,
you know i the heat,
The A.K. gun niggas fatefully,
you think expectfully, wait and see,
young buck and D-tay nigga to g,
If it pays to be, the in the cause,
my gun so big gotta when I walk,
talk the talk 'cause T.I.P. we comin,
First go about

x2]

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