Luyện nghe bài hát Quiet Money

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

This another one street
Keep pressing, guessing
Please I'm in the cut wit a bottle blessing
Where I been the key question?

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

See me if you need we insessing
Built only brief accession
I my niggas filled wit flexions
So he's resting, leave the message

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

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

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

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

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

First nigga act get a full
Mama raised me but the made me
Rum got me hazy this cream
Fuck a dollar in a dream hundred grams and a team

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

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

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

Jump out the top
Catch you why you copping at that spot
Speak not you know bitches be your weak spot
I'm in the trinches that's y'all niggas scared to come 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 want

I blew the timbs out and the GS wit the rims out
I air your bens out moms and her friend's out
I knock a lens out, I bring the and the mens out
I leave you 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, at all the ones that I fix up
I mean, I up, fuck around you getting stuck up

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

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

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

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

Got the tied up we the nasties team
We flash we if it's on then we mash your beam
tape the sidewalk and leave a nasty scene
Your is spling ya brain, face and chest get sprayed

The desert the the spot when it bust your way
We touch we lay in the streets it's a 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 could spot a snake from a away
I told you a what the game need is a change of
Visualize the
I'm a speed

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

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