Luyện nghe bài hát Get Yo Money

It's one in the as muscle, you're a great hustler, ya dig?
And you gotta it playa all the time, man
You ain't gotta keep it G
You got too many gangsters on team with you (CyHi!)
crazy, is real live spots
It don't be no dope on Sundays, or
Because that's when them folks through
Them main days, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays
So you pick yo days or pick yo battles right, cuz
Shit, nigga up and be lost
straight just 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 and get out the game
Get money and get out the game
Get money and get out the game
Get money...

I'm from the of the Georgia peach
We had to call if you wanted to order keys
Our blow was Miami (whew!) enjoy the Florida breeze
Got a Zo' pound and it down to all quarter P's
Don't run off with the pack, my nigga, we to torture thieves
Immigrant killers, huh, I think Portuguese
And y'all like some sittin' ducks just a porch of geese
At 17, I was on the run a fugitive
All he gave me was game and I kept it like it a
I I seen them things come, whiter than some new veneers
I was supposed to be in school, I think like my junior year
Coupe DeVille, he said, "Remember three rules
First you 'gon need a tool and if you pull it, shoot to
Never shit where you lay, don't bring that to the crib
Clique full of killers, means you got a weak crew
You some corporate gangsters,
Just have a bunch of street dudes
gang-bang but I can call 'em if I need to
My homies was crippin' so hard, all eat is seafood
Had a named Bellow, he used 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 them rehab
around and relapse when I hear this beat slap
Just on Briarcliff Road alone, I was servin' like traps
I was deep in the game, I'm talkin' to my caps
If a cutie was a mile, I served a nigga three laps
I be nervous when I rap cause I be thinking the beat
You and dogs is all bark, I'm talkin' tree sap

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

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

Yeah, Godfathers, top shotters, block
Outsiders, box riders, God got us
Dodge Chargers, mob daughters, trap
Fly swatters, dough stoppers, got
Know mobsters who love murder, soccer
Light talker, put in work, night
Might off ya, shooter, knife propper
Dice dropper, street ties, collar
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, that's how they did Pac
Only trust your friends as far as you can them
And you a boss if you ain't ever took a loss, pimp
When you in the leave your pistol on the car rim
My OG's done retired, that's why the police never caught
So get money and get out, that's the lost gem

See this shit ain't got no for nobody
You niggas think you poppin' now?
You better a back-up plan
Put these fools up on this,
There's only three ways out shit
Dead, jail or get legal hustle on
I'm talkin' car-washes, barbershops,
App-stores, gyms, juice, clubs, shops
Studios, me?

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