Luyện nghe bài hát S On My Chest

That be that cash money piece cold the dead

I around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my
That be that cash money piece restin' the dead

stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a dead

Reporting kims kinda star
Holly, CO sem team far
through the city in a tonka toy
I got old money, coulda bought a

Only ride Chevy, never drive a
And my doors open like plaza doors
Yep, red women, eyes adore
I'm a hoe, you that I'm a whore

Yep, cash money, money, monsta boys
bitch, even a cop's a boy
When you say you want then I got ya, boy
just let the Big Mac whop ya, boy

See my dreads like a, like a rasta boy
But with my rasta in I'll turn mufasa boy
We run up in ya casa, boy and blast off NASA boy

I walk around I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my
That be that cash money piece restin' the dead

It's shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
money, c-c-cash money
I walk around I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold the dead

Cash money is army, nigga, better know its
If you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck baby
Shit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the
young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin'

Up in the early we thankin' for the
Got to get my goin', reach for my chrome 9
Kiss 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines
Next nigga in 17 on the grind

Shoe first, nigga not seein'
Big purses, million dollar
5 drops, OG the last big
Lord to the game, till it's my time

Like father, like son, this time
Junior got the fame and the game
200 on the dash, nigga, me mash
Doin' doughnuts in my hood, paper bags

I walk around like I got a S on my
I walk, I around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the

That be that money, c-c-cash money
Be that money, c-c-cash money
It's stunna shadin', nigga then a nigga dead
stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead

Livin' is red, how we play it
A senior be blood till I'm dead
That's I said, I put some change in yah head
If you crossin' line, nigga nuttin', but bread

50 shots high, nigga, we won't stop
From candy on the slabs, nigga stirrin' the pots
Put the hammer on the jam, nigga, it and pops him
Put the rubber on the bands, stackin' his knots

Bitch, boss, bitch, I'ma boss
And bury me like my father on a
And carry 19, I shall a cross
Shawty got game on lock like a vault

Weezy baby, kyan pepper, no
down on the hulk in the winter, it's your fault
I don't on the track, I pull forward
I got that S on my that I'm supposed to follow

I walk around I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my
That be that cash money piece cold the dead

be that cash money, c-c-cash money
That be that cash money, money
I walk like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece restin' the dead