Luyện nghe bài hát Money Counter (Freestyle)

You what
I don't to answer to you
You my bitch
'whaa I sayin?
So shit man, it!
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I got the whole world scared like nigga
I told my bitch share with her friend like nigga
I can't recall the last time I was sober
One life to
I think I'm be dranking till it's over nigga
Fuck my and my lungs im a stoner
If they go bad, Ima me a donor
Ran out of papers up at the crib
Fucked and smoked on my high school diploma
Im (I'm smart)
You could say I got the highest man
Yo bitch for my bitch naw thats not a trade man
My is a little bit different than yours
Bitches are a bit thicker than yours
Whips are a bit quicker than yours
And my crib is a little bit sicker yours
God bless the that's got his own nigga
I phone my lawyers like E.T. be home nigga
Like where that check, get check
Everyday nigga better chase check
Fans head bobbing to the verse I spit
But I be satisfied till they break that neck
That's (That's Luda)
I swear nigga be going ham samich
And rappers couldn't leave their mark in ce-ment
With hands planted
here for today
Gone by
a couple records and it's all by he height
Niggas do it for a little and some change
I do it for hip hop, turntables, and a mic
Im still right in my chapter in that rapper of fame nigga
Hip hop's my stomping ground, go to where you came nigga