Luyện nghe bài hát Money A Do It

I will come through your hood with that gun on my waist
Tell me what's the when that gun in your face
We didn't come for no talkin' we just out gettin' money
Out here fucking these hoes my youngins servin' them
I got partners that smoke, I got bitches that
I got killers and goons, and they all with the
Send them boys to home, if you play with my chips
They gon' come in them choppas bullet shoot through them bricks
Come in shoot up house, come and spray up your whip
I need money my nigga, save them for your bitch
Catch you out on the town, then you outta luck
I don't play in Milwaukee, but I been my buck, hold up

I see ya got some haters, yeah a do it
Shawty do some stands for some change, a money do it
If I want a dead, yeah money a do it
If I want it get it, I got money to do it

I see ya got haters, yeah money a do it
Shawty do some stands for change, yeah a money do it
If I want a nigga dead, money a do it
If I want it I'ma get it, I got to do it

Take bitch home then I'm all up in that pussy
Old pimpin' she ain't fuckin' with no rookie
J be cooler than a fan on a ho
Watch me her out the club, and drop some bands on that ho (Bandz a make her dance)
Buy that a bag, buy that bitch some heels
I her caked up nigga that's a happy meal
of codeine in my Styrofoam cup
I can turn a church girl into a cold slut
Bad red bone, puttin' on the
No I'm not gon' her cuz she errbody ho
Fuckin' with them niggas, so what is you thinkin'?
Need to get your mind right, bitch, and come get these

I see ya got some haters, money a do it
do some stands for some change, yeah a money do it
If I a nigga dead, yeah money a do it
If I want it I'ma get it, I got to do it

I see ya got some haters, yeah a do it
Shawty do stands for some change, yeah a money do it
If I want a nigga dead, yeah a do it
If I want it I'ma get it, I got to do it

Fuck niggas want to go to war
Got a AK and a nose
Shut em up, he talkin'
With a ski on, and I'm poppin' shit
Kick in the door, and I leave 'em
With a aim so precise, two to the head
One for the money, two for the
Lord forgive, but I mean I said
All in house, and I'm looking for dope
I got to get paid or else no hope
And Juicy J throw with some Taylors on the
Best believe a pimp nigga goin broke
in the car with a body in the trunk
Three niggas deep, and we rollin' up a
Straight to Mississippi, sweatin' off a
Crazy as hell, you gotta kill me
You niggas don't, wanna die, chest out, and acting hard
Calico, and a 45, hollow tips, that apart
it G, my G
Or you meet your makers, body count stackin'
I was in Jamaica, alibis
I be flyin' by down I'm flying high
ass niggas gotta die
If they mad then I'ma let try
I could kick a door, or I could snatch a
My niggas ridin' with me, and they yellin' let's crack a
North Memphis fool up with a tool
pulled me over I'ma play it cool
I ain't to jail (No sir)
I shoot and I run, that's how a post bail