Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Money 3.5

[Verse 1:
New get the blood money
Real niggas smoking loud ass
Still counting my math, La
Summertime I be in the
On the hood shit, smell me niggas, all
DC got for me
Young niggas sippin' all lean (try lowin' them down)
Real live at the town, be go-go'd out
And play the let out, me, nigga, still flat out, uh
Chilly weather, with many zipper
I'm ballin', see my closet a dollar of Penny's in
And I ain't talkin' about no
problems get finished quick with 'em
Niggas br-br-brat in a nigga
that the city vicious
Drug dealing here appealing
Like they some villains and something had the hero in again, uh
Now here I come and who carries Maryland 'em?
The in the bucket?
Fuck it I've been clearin', uh
Coming with some young [?] goons
in peace for [?]
Used to rock Melo number two's
That was '02, maybe '03, oh,
Stop it, you're origami, I'm fold crews
Uh, overseas to the back
Uh, straight G's I'm at [?]
Uh, and we seen it growing up
When the get they look
They always like it's black rock
Spin it, you let's get it
Take this money, I'ma take bitches
And no I'm not a gangsta, but I authentic
That's why I go up to any place and unblemished
[?] I'm great the lyrics
The niggas upstate saying 'Le niggas it like "'Le niggas tell it"
Say the niggas 'em
I swear a nigga I ain't e'er been a wilder
redbone, well put together
Put it in my cell, I can put it in belly
Kettering. up? Landover. what's up?
Roll pass Ardmore. feeling local as
Audemar? keep it on, niggas won't touch
When you home and you you get a lot of respect
And niggas trappin' to get at all the bread
Get up out of the jungle, get his a bed
Get his son some gear, find a pot he can in
So quarters moving back and like it's a lottery ticket
And to be honest who gon' McDonalds position?
No time for nuggets but somehow they find all of the dippers
They

[Clip Elaine]
Hey. I just spent a lot of time and I have eaten a lot of crap to get where I am today. And I am not throwing it all now

Blood (yeah yeah)

[Verse 2: Ferg]
Ah (blood blood)
Daddy, daddy was a
born, money gettin'
'til he pull an
Trigger brrrr
at the 7/11
Mama had to the reverend
Daddy teach hood a lesson from the seven Mac-11
8:30 mack ten crack ones
Putting genocide on my Black
Richard seen the slaughter
Alpo kinda was a ho
he left the whole hood and he didn't water, dam
Shit niggas glorify
He had all the
He had all the fucking all the thots
He the man, rocking Dan
a gun in hand, Pakistan
I don't how you kill your man (damn)
I understand how you kill your man
Goddamn, how you kill your man over money
Two Harlem in a gang do the devil's dance
Cause the greed of money had them up all up in a trance