Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Money

This is money fo life, understand huh
is quiet money fo life, TBS huh
Get it right, huh

This another one stressing
pressing, he's guessing
Please I'm in the cut wit a bottle she's
Where I been that's the key

yelling keep repping
I must to left some kind of deep impression, peep the
I speak in if you seeking reference
Never ya weapon

See me if you need we insessing
Built aggression only accession
I mean my filled wit flexions
So believe he's resting, the message

wit me niggas would be you breathless, leave you naked
I keep it like the Visa Question we perfect this
That's probation got us extra
No explanation for the murders rap-a-lations recreations

This rap shit got us
Like we saving, we in with satan
Jails are waiting probation, serve time got us telemaking
Legendary now niggas can't tell me
(Nothing)

Yo, at my hot ass was chasing bitches
At fifteen my brother told me get digits
Told me every penny count hit them trinches
Don't floss to don't burn no riches

Don't trust no if ya doe is heavy
And don't smoke with her if the rolled already
No ass if you show it you betta blast it
Math on the corner yeah I past it

Die right now take twenty you bastards
Fuck it throw a of Henny in my casket
Never got my ass kicked, never had a
I just to high school with the clip full

First act get a clip full
Mama raised me but the made me
Rum got me chasing this cream
Fuck a dollar in a dream hundred grams and a thro

And I'm make the block work
So's reing me up got the hood on
Bedstuy nigga you it's on
flow so strong, you could put it in a bomb

When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns
inside coffins, memories get lost when you die
The is eye for an eye
But overall I will survive

When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns
Cash inside coffins, memories get lost you die
The is eye for an eye
But overall I will nigga

out the drop top
Catch you why you copping at that spot
Speak not you them bitches be your weak spot
I'm in the trinches that's where y'all niggas scared to at

Where all the at
my shorties flip them ones at
That's my son's at
You speak of war but you don't that

I blew the timbs out and blow the GS wit the out
I air your bens out baby and her friend's out
I knock a out, I bring the boys and the mens out
I you lace up, you paralyzed from the waste up

I'll fuck your up, when I finish tossing cakes up
I'm the kris up, I iced the finger, neck and wrist up
If it's a mix up, look at all the ones I fix up
I mean, I up, fuck around you getting stuck up

ya luck up, back this motherfucking truck up
I'm to black out, it's up to me to close this track out
I pull the mack out, I blow chest and your back out
And knock the glock out, air this fucking block out

I knock a cop out, a high school drop out
Attempt murders, two to on a cop out
I'm fucking with my nigga's up on a lockout
The M A S A, you run your we smack the tast out
We blow face out, pay the judge to throw the case out

Check the game and the cats that in it
Quiet youngest lieutenant
Yeah world been a minute, I'm in it
To my heart stop or blood the concrete

Beyond deep, streets got me gripping my heat
sleep, breaking day sling crack to fiends
W.D. to sixty having backwards dreams
The cash the cream the cradle to the casket green

Got the game tied up we the nasties
We flash we steam if it's on then we mash beam
Yellow the sidewalk and leave a nasty scene
Your back is spling ya brain, and chest get sprayed

The the miss the spot when it bust your way
We touch we lay in the streets a must we play
We cook, we bust pots down and clust the way
From light to day it's only right we cock and spray

We speeding on spot a snake from a block away
I told you a what the game need is a of speed
the realism
I'm a dangerous

When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns
Cash inside coffins, get lost when you die
The is eye for an eye
But overall I survive nigga

I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
Cash inside coffins, get lost when you die
The is eye for an eye
But I will survive nigga