Luyện nghe bài hát Root Of All Evil

About this money teach you
From this currency notes apparently most say fuck what's
Fuck people for the root of all evil
It don't mater all that matters all feeble
Chit chattas say the nigga bitch bet another gets
at her then boy parts scatta
took a off first put the body back in it
Pistol back in it cause you they jack in it
The hood is all as long as it crack in it
Foul play is
As long as it stacks in it love it as long as
Tax in it and a trap still a as long as we are trapped in it
Paper un beonce We all want in it spin it every second
try to get it to the minute
Many think if you ain't got it you living
Nowadays you balling she ain't willing
Cause if she broke as other hoes she can't kill him
A shoe she say you fill it
If you got it then cool is what you ain't feeling
You get a lot you receive a hate feeling
Young in ghetto they probably dreaming of weight
They heard probably think they straight chilling
Shit they got problems we cannot relate with
party enormous they probably ate millions
They say fuck ya n-o fix up they millions
I say fuck how you feel cause money feelings
Now they look at you it aint the same feeling
are acting like they forgot what you can feel like you
Work that to stay the same nigga
Like they play pro Ball the same figures
And even though they say they are to bring him down
See he will always be around the niggas just so other niggas
Say you never change accountants warn you
it remained an issue
entourage everybody came with you
you are for
Everybody that came with you you lose it all
And you gonna with you
Hey get that get you
Hey get that money but let that money get you
How about that all and all is sick too
rap that's money I need to get to
This is how I am leaving this is you need to stick too
Hate to let it go when you never let it you
Plus it compliments you I am like it grow on trees
And if it did fucker I go rack leaves
But contrarily the is at the root is probably the same trees
They to hang nooses
True shit roof less for the bread roof see my head
waitin on scotty when he come up out the feds
Money a bad bitch she ain't
while we outchea Say the hustle
The shakes me or breaks me
I hope it me a better man
You kno the
The world dont with out it
I get it I got it I need of it
You like I love it talks
Paper whats up