Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Yeah up

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

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

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

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

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

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