Luyện nghe bài hát Smell Like Money

Here I go, here I go this C5
Bitch I'm back, that crack like panty lines
Asinine, I get blow like
Fuck more hoes than
They say you're dead wrong
I say wrong, had to die
Pussy nigga don't keep it no more
Drug dealers changed but the stay the same
go up but the high stay the same
Gotta watch for undercovers like in the rain
Chillin' in the crib the lock on the door
Layin' on the couch with the on the floor
arm reach, security, alarm breach
I just cut off the lights so I don't my hoe
I eat so shrimp, I smoke so much hemp
The too small, it feel like 4 walls
You see I got holes in
My chances are cut thin, but I still took 'em and nigga we made it
T that killer, weed up in the Swisher, and make it as fat as a pig in a blanket
My BFF is Benjamin Franklin, they cry for help we get 'em a
Ain't sweet but the shit that we drinkin', the bitches we bangin', the cinnamon danish
The pen is paining, is restraining
It is a shame but is shameless
is assholes, or enemas, finna get anal
Injury, time out, I just blew my out
But still I'm
gangsta shit it get dangerous
You talking money and guns, 2
I throw from off of the plane I'm in
Oh my God, raining men
Said the to the anchorman
I hella cash to the bank I'm with
What you do it for if it ain't for
I watch my step so much, I'm starting to feel like my wrist
hearted, starting to feel like I'm in Anchorage when I think of this
And rude awakenings get in like fragrances

Bitch I smell like money, dope and
I say bitch I like money, that's that dope and cologne
And if he ain't getting money, love him, leave his broke ass alone
I say if he ain't getting money, leave his stank ass
bitch I smell like money, I smell like money
When you this rich they call it
Shit they gotta call it
Lord I done got too rich for (Damn)
But not for thuggin.'
That's right bitch I like money, money
You me coming

(2 Chainz)
Totin' barrels in a horse and carriage
Ain't scared of nothing God and marriage
Through the concrete a rose petal
If trapping was a sport, I'd have a medal
I steal her Jerome Bettis
Call me Trill Cosby, I spike my own beverage
park in front of Neiman Marcus
He ain't fly nigga, like an ostrich
say ain't nothing for free, but please free my partnas
Might have a swag and give out free Versaces
Yea, rolls for an appetizer
Bad red bitch me a lap-etizer
I'm in my Rolls Royce it's black and wiser
And don't get in the way, my nig rapid fire
Brrr stick 'em, I'm a victim of being a
Codeines, and liquor
Prescriptions and pistols
Got molly with the crystals
Middle to the judicials
and a pot is my utensils
Had a threesome 2 sisters
I get head and you her
I don't never and you miss her
I got every gun except a
I paid attention to the
My is sinister
Only with trust issues
You walk a mile in my hoop shoes
Me and Tune 2 screws
2 parts in my box cut, my pop wouldn't pop up
Last night I prayed to God and asked for him to a drop truck
Polo tee and ice watch, moccasins socks
And I smell like money, I can count a hundred thousand with the off

I say bitch I smell money, that's that dope and cologne
And if he ain't getting money, don't love him, leave his broke ass
I say if he ain't money, leave his stank ass alone
bitch I smell like money