Luyện nghe bài hát Long Money

Hook: Jacuzzi on the roof, ugly don't get the time of day
Cheifin on some sativa smell the from a mile away
Pistol in my coupe, try my troops you'll get away
Mane got long, bitch, thats all I gots to say
Gucci Mane got long money, thats what them bitches say
I aint even gotta talk my conversates

Verse 1: think I got a money tree, I drown the bitch with money
Ferrari with them bumble bees, Four sittin up under it

"How karats in that bracelet, baby?" I think about 200
Plus I hit the club with 50k keep that shit 100

I got a couple houses several spouses in my pent smoking ounces
Came up selling and ounce, half a pound watch golden brown

My pants sag grams em down, usta catch the train and go downtown
Just to walk around and window shop now I shut the down in every town

Every time I hit the scene fresher I wanna be cover of the magazines, back of the limousines
Stacks in my jeans, hoes gonna remember me

Fo' fifty eight to me from italy, six 12 sittin outside the facilities
911 ice game killing me

Came along way from dealing
Waking up rich is a feeling

Couple stashed for my grandchildren
Just counted me a coo' half million

Up on em, pull up on em, like a bird low and shit on em
em, spit on em, Tell them haters Gucci got rich on em

Hook: Jacuzzi on the roof, ugly don't get the time of day
Cheifin on some sativa smell the from a mile away
Pistol in my coupe, try my troops get blown away
Gucci Mane got long, bitch, all I gots to say
Gucci Mane got money, thats what them bitches say [x3]
I aint even talk my money conversates

2:

Every I make magic, I make money disappear
its a tragedy how clear these diamonds blingin in my ear

It's so many that wanna marry me, I'm to the game
Cocaine put me in position, swagga brought me fame

I need accountants to help me it Rolls Royce I mount it
Corvette candy, drop the top that bitch is crowning

Houses in Zone 6 All my niggas Hustlas, and robbers fuck with us
Niggaz better off fucking with Angel

I'm racked up like a pool table Stay draped up in Label
Drink purple drank, smoke purple weed, got a car and long paper

thank the lord that I wake Everyday live it like its my last day
Shine so bright rock stupid ice More karats in my chain then a carrot

Money shout he running out, I'm bustin out cant the vault
Aint my fault its yo fault, nobody stay this my money house

Stash house up try fuck shit get chopped up
I'm rocked, stay blocked up, aint locked up, but I'm up

Hook: Jacuzzi on the roof, ugly hoes get the time of day
Cheifin on some smell the reefa from a mile away
Pistol in my coupe, trym my troops you'll get away
Mane got long, bitch, thats all I gots to say
Gucci Mane got money, thats what them bitches say [x3]
I aint even gotta talk my money

Guy talks....

Hook: Jacuzzi on the roof, ugly hoes don't get the of day
Cheifin on sativa smell the reefa from a mile away
Pistol in my coupe, try my you'll get blown away
Mane got long, bitch, thats all I gots to say
Gucci Mane got money, thats what them bitches say [x3]
I aint even gotta talk my money