Luyện nghe bài hát Money

[Intro - Sparks - talking (Freeway)]
(I some fuckin money, man)
I you Free
Goin this recession and shit
Now them actin up
Bills keep comin in, shit,

[Verse 1 -
I to get money from slingin the dope
But since they cracked down on dope slingin, I'm broke
And I used to get money from the crack
But they cracked down on that crack slingin, I'm cracked
I to get it there, expert at bringin 'em back
But now it no packages to get there
Prior to that I was apps
A few years before that was in the Barbershop sweepin
Barbershop sweeper kid, cop a hustle
Was incense and oils to all the people there
Sixth, seventh and eighth grade I a couple
Dollars for work and fresh sneakers, I was 'em
Yep, now it's a recession and I'm
I need it for lesser, I'm not tryin to be a man
I'm sure not tryin to do carpentry my pops
Big pain in the of his back and it be hurtin him, damn!

- Mr. Porter]
Ohhh, I close my eyes and all I can see is money (money, money)
(money, money)
A list of things that my people need but first is (money, money)
(money, money)
It ain't like I found a pot of (no)
ain't a dream, this is reality homes
That's why my main focus is on that (focus on the money)
(money, money)

[Verse 2 - Omillio
Just a new broad, she wants the fancy car
A stacked up a yard, she tryin to spend it all
I'm out slingin the and don't respect the law
a few wrong corners and that, of course, involved
From C-A to D-A, they tryin to it all
I think I a vacation, reach out through calling cards
Or make the mind frame vicious and a Holocaust
I man, what's the difference? That shit'll all a cost
Fuck it, let a nigga
Money, money,
Money is my bitch, ho envy, I keep pourin Henny
Screamin "fuck 'em!", that's the in me
Y'all ain't from the trap or trenches with me
When cops knocked and me
Guns plural, riches to El Toros
From the projects, to the Borough
Runnin through your town
Spit Philly and lock it down
Focus and only for one purpose, that is

[Verse 3 -
Philly on his grind, I need my paper straight
So I'm creatin these without a paper mate
got me bustin these lines, they got me rackin my mind
They got me in line behind my label mates
No, I'm not Jay but I am on the way
And I am not Kanye but I can +Heartbreaks & 808s+
And reduce the costs
I'm recording in the hood, I'm not lampin in the Mandalay
I'm makin hits, I need the same attention get
niggaz throw a temper tantrum, you don't hand 'em pay
Record labels tryin to jerk me a hand job
If they don't hand me mine, I how to handle this
Leave slumped, Riot Pump pistol grip
But fuck in prison wastin my plans away
I guess I gotta another way to make the pay
Let me know if you can find a way to the chips