Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Get Paid

Let me spit some to ya

You gotta war on drugs, well, every other day a dyin'
You showed yours, now let me you mine
Bring the six o'clock news and let me 'em in my shoes
what you call the inner city and what I call the blues

I'm broke here and I ain't on a call
From a restaurant to tables when Petie's got a job
Makin' 35 a and all he do is run the streets
This niggas always caked up, out and draped up

Constantly tellin' me, we need to get paper
I'm gettin' skinny and he who get my weight up
Straight up and I'm tired of missin' meals
So I paid the man a visit, What's the deal?
up?

It's to see you dog
I thought you choked up
Respect and
Well, I can get you of 'em

I went inside, watchin' him it down
he was finished, he handed a nigga nine
A millimeter, nine zips
Said, If I sold each one for nine, I'd have

But I hesitated, I never sold a stone
I seen it fuck the hood up
Plus all my gone

And they ain't never comin' out with that in
I took the and bounced
I'm headed home, out in a zone
Eyes on my luggage, I'm to get it on
Get to the house, spread it all on the
Gettin' this bank what about

how a nigga made, they got a nigga paid
I'm a muthafuckin' jacker not a
Get money everyday, it no other way
That's how it is they put me in a grave, nigga

I'm in the livin' room lookin' at the
Got a razor and some zipper baggies about to do the
hundred dollar slabs, wholesalin' niggaz halves
Gettin' money a muthafucka serivn' niggaz bags

Got the blocks all blown up, the hood smokin'
Got a pistol, I ain't shot yet, so wide open for it
I'm just a youngster, I ain't it but I will
'Cause I was you got to get it so I get it how I live

get my ma a crib, she ain't workin'
So I'm to win the bread for the household
'Cause dad was no

Often in and out of court caught a out of town
Got a body on his conscience but made a sound
He just goin' through the motions, he gonna beat the case
Still I get on my knees and beg the Lord to let him raise

Get up and get my out, supply 'em with the goods
Give instructions to the to come up out the hood
I ain't gotta pay the fronters, so I'm finna raise
the bottom line is this homie, you gotta get paid

That's how a nigga made they got a nigga
I'm a jacker not a slave
Get money everyday, it ain't no way
how it is until they put me in a grave, nigga

I never learned the trade, I fuck chess and spades
The only other game a learned to play was
Workin' hoppin' yay kissin' ass was gay
I'm on my business, I want money I'm jade

Well, I'm the nigga in the hood, these little homies wanna be
I got when shit was good but off in this street life
These niggaz it on you, quick to put you in the crosses
Now he standin' in crib and got a pistol in your mouth

That's your muthafuckin' boy, he popped you and popped your
Now he headed to the closet and he about to it all
So your muthafuckin' friends 'cause them the ones that sell you out
Ain't no future in bein' loyal when see you want the top

hearted muthafuckas, always quick to say you hatin'
I don't another homie dog, he swallowed that and chased it
You can make it like I made it, I think, best you do it dolo
That way can't say shit about you when talkin' to the po po

Oh you, you that dude that fronted me my come up
I caught him comin' out the and had him done up
That's why I'm skeptic it comes to different faces
'Cause I know, I got it comin' but 'til I'll get my bank, shit

Shit
Fuck you think this is,
More for thought
That's how this go, no

You muthafucka frontin' you
Fuckin' with you, all your muthafuckin'
And he the talkin' to the people
You

Get that nigga ass outta
I ride by my muthafuckin'
for me

That's how a nigga made, got a nigga paid
I'm a jacker not a slave
Get money everyday, it ain't no way
That's how it is until put me in a grave, nigga

I never learned the trade, I fuck with and spades
The other game a nigga learned to play was
Workin' hoppin' yay kissin' ass was gay
I'm on my business, I want like I'm jade