Luyện nghe bài hát Street Money

Yeah, good looking E-Class, I needed that,
Trilla, realer to fuck niggas

You me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be goin' crazy
niggas bet he dippin', you know they got that
That street money, that street, street money
street money, that street, that street money

You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working 9 to 5
hitting that 95, I'm out to get that
That street money, street, that street money
That street money, that street, that street

I started flat broke, now I'm poppin' bands
I know I'm the shit, I ate a ton of spam
If the poppin', Ima burn a hundred grams
the parking lot pimpin', whip cost a hundred grand

I'm in love shades, I got a thousand pairs
So that's free for all you thousand airs
It's sour D's will smell sweet
All these niggas they sell them on Canal Street

I'm twelve feet, fuck, can you tell me
I let the beat, 'Nightmare on Elm Street'
So fall asleep 'cause my life a dream
And they gotta speak, they know I'm spittin' cheese

You me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be goin' crazy
While niggas bet he dippin', you they got that
That money, that street, that street money
That street money, that street, that money

You know me, I up on my grind, like working that 9 to 5
Plus that 95, I'm out to get that
That street money, that street, that street
That street money, that street, that street

We got them poppin' soundin' like they gun shots
Got the balkin', did it all with one watch
I hit a lot markets, 'em off with one block
People love the product, so my people to shop

My uncle, 65, he sellin' dope
He he petrified, the fear of goin' broke
It's them Caddy Seville's, went from to pills
To elaborate if you want status you kill

'Cause they have it for real when I step in the
the club like the charts, I go straight to the top
They cost a stack, so don't on the shoes
And ya know I'm strapped, play by the rules

You know me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be goin'
While niggas bet he dippin', you they got that
That street money, that street, that street
That street money, that street, that street

You know me, I stay up on my grind, working that 9 to 5
hitting that 95, I'm out to get that
That street money, that street, that money
street money, that street, that street money

Take the with the bad, in the club blowin' your last
like I violated, bottles keep me hydrated
Party up in skyscrapers, parachute to
Pistol like a paratrooper, tell 'em it easy

Bitch is bad as can be, this her
Left her panties at home there thick as can be
R I C K R O S S, there dressed fresh
pussy, hell yes, Ross, Ross

You know me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be crazy
While niggas bet he dippin', you know they got
That money, that street, that street money
That money, that street, that street money

You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working 9 to 5
Plus that 95, I'm out to get that
That street money, that street, that money
That street money, that street, that money