Luyện nghe bài hát Vice City

Big money, big booty
Man that shit be death of me
Big problems, I admit it
Man that gon' be death of me
I pray to a C-Note, my gave up hope
I can't stand
I bought a new coat, I might go broke
I can't stand
Big money, big bitches
Man that

me up
Sensing, sensing, sensing,

Big money, big bitches
Tell the truth, nigga I'm without it
7 figures for a
You want some stage time we can talk it
Niggas like they be rappin'
Like nice on the mic, not
Go against the king, y'all don't wanna
That is hella childish
gold for my old hoes
They ain't satisfied then I sit 'em
10th grade, I gave her all
But now she got ass, I wanna hit it now
I don't lease, I all out feast
I put a Caprice on Gary Coleman
Bomb head and some cheese
That's a new raise, and a signing

Fall in this
Like some good pussy, can't myself
So good, she so
She a cheesehead, melt
GED with some EBTs, and some
That shit was
She me in with some chicken wings
And some collard greens, that was brackin'
Just cracked me a new
Bust a new nut on her nigga's
My bitch get off at 9
So I had to shake her 7:30
1:05, I'm stomping
With big guns, I'm hella dirty
Get caught with shit
I ain't comin' 'til like 2030

I got big money, big bitches
Man shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big problems, I must it
Man that shit gon' be of me (death of me)
Big dreams, no
Man that shit be death of me (death of me)
I to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope
I can't myself
I just bought a new coat, I go broke
I stand myself
I might ban myself
I might
God!

I'm focused feeling blessed, my eyes be the truth

Mental window as a bitch
lookin' out it
So money off the fuckin' books
write a book about it
Took a minute, no, a minute
Let me think it
10 years, Crips, Bloods
Sweat and tears and we counting
Had a real thick bitch named
She fucked the squad
Every time I land in
fuck with the whole squad
I'm spiritual than lyrical
I'm to Eli Why?
I'm wearin' black shades
And I'm headed west with the of God
I I'm finally ready to talk about it
These niggas just about it
Homie you don't me for no fool
Poppin' bottles enemigos, los dios mio, I'm so cold
Get so in that water, water
should call my johnson a harpoon

Feed the needy, don't know
her walls like a cartoon
Beat the up so bad
her home with some war wounds
Loaded off the 'gnac, hit her from the
Goin' 'cross her bar stool
Touch her 'til I curl her toes
Then it's time to reload, then part two

Damn 30 still set trippin' cuz
Where you're from, see about it
Last I made 10 million
That's I've been yeah, a private island
something, on autopilot
Got too many cars, I might a whip
New 'Rari barely tapping
Nigga, vroom-vroom, yeah I'm bitch
Got two but one missing
Think my daughter flossing, she in
Got one crib two cribs
And my front lawn, yeah that's water
You be talking bars, big words
Like philosophies, man you weird
What it sounds to me you broke as fuck
And your bitch gon' leave and real homie

I got big money, big bitches
Man that shit be death of me (death of me)
Big problems, I must it
Man that gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big dreams, no
shit gon' be the death of me (death of me)
I pray to a C-Note, my gave up hope
I stand myself
I just bought a new coat, I just might go
I can't myself
I just ban myself
I just God! God!