Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Yeah up

Nigga want hundeds, hundeds,
I need money money
Nigga want hundeds, hundeds,
Nigga I need money money
Nigga want hundeds hundeds
Nigga money money money

1]
The biggest fast time is the size crime
Its been the same man since the became mine
I spot four one of these at the time
Looking like Snoop back in eighty-nine
Do I give a fuck, no I have
I just blow my weed and take a bath
I laugh at these niggaz, I aint mad at you
Cause of you niggaz cant even fuck with me
I'm on it I'm so fucking city
And every town that I roll through I leave my G
LBC, now that's I represent, can ya feel it (Eastside)
I'm hotter than a batch of grease in a skillet
I wanna say what up to all the G's, the killas, and the ballers, and the
See where I'm from you either rate us, hate us or us
And right about now all the cap peelers feel us

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2]
Money, money is
the crack to the fiend
It's the to the queen
It supreme
It's the to the cream (say what)
It's a po man, no man, its dream
Money, mo money, get
But make sure you know that your don't get funny
Everybody claiming that they down on they
I'm fresh dressed like a million bucks
I throw on my black socks with my all gold
Now lets see which one of my trucks we gone use
To slide away, (where we going) to Snoop World mother U.S.A
Its all a dream, and can come true
If it happen for me, it can happen for you
Meech from the beach, he keep shit
And everything he touch guaranteed to go

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3]
Ya got to cash to make it these days
And you can make at least one of a different ways
You can holler at the Meech and get a dope track
And you a rap, and try to get you to snap
Or you could on the streets and holler and wine
You can throw up insane, crip or one nine
I chose DP cause financially money money money that's all a see
See to get it, is to have it, interstate, maintain, don't get broke and the game
You might catch me in Brooklyn man hanging out with my sons and god sons, cause it's a thing
Or you can catch me in Oakland, or I might be on my way back to the coast
Still smoking, with a pound of that
Waiting for me at the with my dogs my wife and my two kids, getting money

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[Ad libs over
For all the out there getting their money
Money is the of all evil huh
You know
I mean, we already in hell
So fuck, get your man
I look at shit like
The mother fuckers that don't got money, doing bad
and they don't give a fuck and rob they steal they kill
And the mother fuckers that got money, depressed
you know can't enjoy it
So I mean, whats pleasure
you wanna live with it our it, shit I'm bout it
I got to it, you feel me

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