Luyện nghe bài hát Get Yo Money

It's one in the as muscle, you're a great hustler, ya dig?
And you keep it playa all the time, man
You ain't gotta keep it G
You got too gangsters on your team with you (CyHi!)
What's crazy, is real spots
It be no dope on Sundays, or thots
Because that's when them sliding through
Them main days, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays
So you either yo days or pick yo battles right, cuz
Shit, nigga up and be lost
People straight moving and smuggling
All you gotta do is make sure that hit that safe
And you gon have a roll to put in

Get your money and get out the
Get money and get out the game
Get your money and get out the
Get money...

I'm from the home of the Georgia
We had to Meech if you wanted to order keys
Our blow was from Miami (whew!) enjoy the Florida
Got a Zo' pound and broke it down to all P's
run off with the pack, my nigga, we used to torture thieves
Immigrant killers, huh, I think they
And lookin' like some sittin' ducks just a porch of geese
At 17, I was on the run with a
All he gave me was game and I it like it a souvenir
I swear I seen them things come, whiter some new veneers
I was supposed to be in school, I think like my junior year
Cadillac Coupe DeVille, he said, "Remember rules
First you 'gon a tool and if you pull it, shoot to kill
Never shit where you lay, don't bring that to the crib
Clique full of killers, that means you got a weak
You some corporate gangsters,
can't have a bunch of street dudes
Never but I can call 'em if I need to
My was crippin' so hard, all they eat is seafood
Had a manager named Bellow, he to teach me Kung-Fu
It was ironic 'cause I had to call him
Boy I'm dope, you should put the lighter on the
All I is drug-lords, kingpins, street cats
Funny I'm all of niggas rehab
Fuck around and relapse when I hear beat slap
Just on Briarcliff alone, I was servin' like three traps
I was deep in the game, I'm to my knee caps
If a cutie was a mile, I served a nigga three laps
I be nervous when I rap cause I be the beat tap-pin'
You and dogs is all bark, I'm talkin' tree sap

Dig this, man sharpen man like sharpens steel, understand me?
this out cuz, every nigga think he the slickest thing moving
'Til he gets washed in the

Get your and get out the game (get money!)
Get money and get out the game
Get money and get out the game (get money!)
Get your (dollar, dollar bill!)

Yeah, Godfathers, top shotters, block
Outsiders, box riders, God got us
Dodge Chargers, mob daughters, trap
Fly swatters, stoppers, got choppers
Know who love murder, like soccer
Light talker, put in work, night
Might off ya, shooter, knife propper
Dice dropper, street ties, white
I seen it all, I was taught by the mob
When you stop behind the car, yourself another car length
Can't let 'em box you in, how they did Pac them
Only trust your friends as far as you can toss
And you ain't a boss if you ain't ever a loss, pimp
you in the club leave your pistol on the car rim
My OG's done retired, that's why the never caught them
So get money and get out, that's the lost gem

See this shit got no love for nobody
You niggas think you poppin' right
You better a back-up plan
Put these fools up on this,
There's only three ways out shit
Dead, or get your legal hustle on
I'm talkin' car-washes, barbershops,
App-stores, gyms, juice, clubs, ranch
Studios, me?

Get your and get out the game (get money!)
Get your money and get out the
Get money and get out the game (get money!)
Get money (dollar, dollar bill!)