Luyện nghe bài hát N Luv Wit My Money

[Chorus:
Big and Vouges
Them 20 sittin low
We Ball 7's all that we know
Screens and neon gon show
When my trunk unlock pop and
Ya already
Paint off the door
Not Engaged with no lady, fall in with em no!
You may think I'm crazy never knew type of love before
I'm with my foreign, yes I'm married to my dough....
I'm in love my money... mmmm

You can catch me squeezing
Sittin crooked on D's and
Color changin lizard he's
Ya womans then he's to blame
Charge it to the game keep the
marriages blyossom and die...
When its I'm tellin her bye
But she acts I'm tellin a lie
you fallin in love with a she...
I rather be a G
Could you see me in a car that rhymes with rent me and with a B
Could you see a
Parked in the crunkest in ya hood
Candy on top of the hood
And my on top of the wood
good
say you ain't my change I don't believe ya
If a skeezer ask me to her
my visa then I'm gon leave her
Koopa don't ya koopa don't need ya
{ But I Love You } sweet
I rather be ridin on feet
With leather up my ass cheeks
Its not like I over night
Been actin like this since week
Better Ask P my money stretched like an athelete at a meet
Seen him last week in a Jag
{ But they don't even make yet 'causezin }
Ok I'm lyin I don't know it was
but I swear boi was sittin on buttons
I you want a relationship with a balla but no thanx Look
I'd rather be my twanks
You must this is a bank but it ain't
money increase and never shink
hoes that be even be fightin....
I pull up on 20 inch titans
'cause I got what them be likin
uhh...

[Paul
on hold up a second man
I mack to a metro dame
You better respect the
See my gecko chain and correct ya
I love my car it was my girlfriend I like to carress the grain
Followed the wheel and I got
swung in the ditch and I wrecked the
Broke up with my foreign car and fell in love with my
The Ringling Brothers enquired to how my trunk turns like an acrobat
I act a rat, I'm from the gutter
ya girl stutter when I pull up to ya
You been with the girl 6 months Paul
is the reason she won't sex to ya
Why all that in ya
'cause a company made my rims
My big body's pregant twins I'm bout to induce a baby benz
Ya car was fly in the hood but my candy paint just wet ya
I'm sittin on 22 baby sitters babelous threatin ya name
Forgot to change the diaper so I crept in the lane I left a stain
Everytime it rains, paint It makes a mess and I get the blame
My TV's are the pet I train I can make em over and play dead
My car was on the freeway
but when I at the light it changed to red
You betta re arrange ya head I trick my cash to a broad...
Go ahead and ask ya broad I got more green than the in a yard
And thats so raw It ain't for me to get the class to applaud
I shine like a blasting star, glass on a car more blacker tar