Luyện nghe bài hát Get Money

Fuck bitches, get
niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get
niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get
niggas, get money

You wanna sip Mo' on my living room
Play Nintendo with Cease and
Pick up my say "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad head in the
my V, smoke all my weed
Tattoo on tittie "B-I-G". Now check it:
You be my main squeeze, baby
You want to give me what I need, baby
Won'tcha picture life as my Just think
Full-length mink, fat X and O
to match, conversation was all that
Showed you the safe and all that
Guess you could say the one I trusted
Who would ever think that you would spread mustard?
Shit got hot: you sent to my spot
Took me to court, to take all I got
Another plot, the bitch said I raped her
"Damn, why she wanna me for my paper?"
My ho, my Versace hottie
Come to find out you was everybody
You knew about me, the ID
in Virginia, body in D.C
Woe! Oh is me - that's what I get for
Pay my own bail, to ass-kickin'
Lick in the door, the .44
All you was "Poppa don't hit me no more!"
Disrespect my clique, my shit's
Fuck around and her milk box material
You me? Sucking dick, running your lips
Cause of you, I'm on some real "fuck-a-bitch"

Fuck bitches, get
niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get
niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get
niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get
niggas, get money

Niggas better grab a
on your dick as this bitch gets deep
Deeper than the pussy of a bitch 6
Stiff dicks feel in this little petite
Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay
Used to bring work town on Greyhound
Now I'm Billboard, now press to hit it
me like a chicken, thinking I'm pressed to get it
Rather do the killing the stick-up jukes
Rather count a million you eat my pussy
Push me to the limit, get my in it
Get me open while I'm down your throat
Then, you be my main squeeze, nigga
Don'tcha? You wanna between my knees, nigga
want to see me whippin' your 3 down the Ave
Blow up spots on bitches I'm mad
Break up affairs, shots in the air
You get and start swinging everywhere
Me shifty? Now you wanna whip me
Pull out your 9 while I cock on
Yeah, what nigga? I ain't got time for
So what, nigga? I'm not trying to that shit
Now you wanna buy me and Armani suits
Vittadini and Chanel 9 boots
Things that make up for all the games and the
Hallmark saying "I apologize"
Is you me? How could you ever deceive me?
But payback's a bitch, motherfucker, me
Naw I ain't gay, ain't no lesbo flow
Just a lil to let you motherfuckers know