Luyện nghe bài hát Vice City

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

me up
Sensing, sensing, sensing,

Big money, big bitches
Tell the truth, I'm lost without it
7 figures for a
You want some stage time we can about it
Niggas actin' they be rappin'
Like nice on the mic, not
Go against the king, y'all wanna live
That decision is hella
gold for my old hoes
They satisfied then I sit 'em down
grade, I gave her all shade
But now she got ass, I wanna hit it now
I don't lease, I just all out
I put a blue Caprice on Gary
head and some cheese eggs
That's a new raise, and a signing

in this bitch
Like some good pussy, can't stand
So good, she so
She a cheesehead, melt
GED with EBTs, and some EBD's
That shit was
She reel me in with some chicken
And some collard greens, shit was brackin'
Just cracked me a new
Bust a new nut on her nigga's
My get off at 9 o'clock
So I had to shake her 'round
1:05, I'm fast
With these big guns, I'm dirty
Get with this shit
I comin' home 'til like 2030

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

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

Mental window as a bitch
lookin' out it
So much off the fuckin' books
Could write a book it
Took a minute, no, wait a
Let me think it
Bout 10 years, Crips,
Sweat and and we still counting
Had a real thick named Brooklyn
She fucked the whole
time I land in Brooklyn
They fuck with the whole
I'm more than lyrical
I'm similar to Eli
Cause I'm black shades
And I'm headed with the word of God
I think I'm finally ready to about it
niggas just talk about it
Homie you don't play me for no
bottles like enemigos, los dios mio, I'm so cold
Get so deep in water, water
They should call my a harpoon

Feed the needy, know graffiti
Paint her walls like a
the pussy up so bad
Send her home some war wounds
Loaded off the 'gnac, hit her from the
Goin' her head bar stool
her soul 'til I curl her toes
Then it's to reload, then it's part two

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

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