Luyện nghe bài hát Make Munne

(One two y'all, ya don't stop) -->

(VERSE 1: Shorty)
Back in the days we to hit Pitkin Av
Knapsack on my back cause everything got bagged
In sight, when I got put out put up a
Then I took flight, all you seen was a of light
Ghost, you didn't catch me if you to
I broke, it's to catch some wreck, where's my crew?
Hit up the ball (?), fill up the pad with
shit on the block and make at least two g's
Sometimes I even hit the pocket, I got
One time, two times, shit, they stop it
I had to make my loot, I had to my dough
So I my 'Lo and Guess, then bumped the rest
On the ave, it's all the green
And niggas who make mad green know what I
So if you in the house and you know what it's
Gettin paid, come on, let me you shout

(CHORUS)
Make money, money, money, money, money (4X)
money, money, take money, money, money (4X)

(VERSE 2: Shorty)
I got to get paid, and I quick fast
And if it the cash then that ass get blast
Livin in New nowadays is like damn
Cause if broke nobody wants to be your man
Especially the when it come to gettin game
You got to have the plus the gear to maintain
I can't the heat, there's a strain on my brain
And my pockets are broke my heart feels the pain
I gotta get a cause I might just flip
I'm of a vic, where's my crew and my clip?
a jack, take your fuckin hand off the wheel
Turn around slowly, bitch, you know the
(Shorty, you crazy) Nah, I dough
And I'ma do what I gotta do, where's my
I wanna the mic, flip the script and get paid
But if I puff a daydream, damn, I'm gettin
to my meals, no frills, gotta go
And if you wanna bump makin dough let me
I rather get paid with the program
You can your fame and fuck who's the man
I scheme and I till I go get the green
And if you want a of the money fiend
(?) hit the screen
Everybody in the house, if you want
You to let me know

(CHORUS)

(VERSE 3: Shorty)
I'm gettin kinda old, now my wanna flip
Up out the crib, damn, I gotta hit a lick
The house clean and the rent's overdue
I the same line, yeah, "I do it all for you"
You do it all for me but all I is my own
I wanna represent, so I shit known
I'm for the dough and nothin but the dead pres
Fuck Uncle Sam and the bullshit he
You got to get paid the man on the corner
See a fly shortie good, push up on her
Now I'm like the man I bring home the bacon
Shit is mad real, kid, no move-fakin
On the of New York, whatever you talk
It seems only poor people eat pork
Word to my herb, make your loot in the
If you get paid, let me see you lick one shot

(CHORUS)