Luyện nghe bài hát M.P.A.

I see the things
The evil that money
I swear it's a disease
That goes and round and round like sirens
And they wanna me
Why? Cause I'm anti
I it's like a disease
That goes and round and round like sirens

Money, pussy,
You niggas pussy all
Money, pussy,
You pussy not at all
Get in them
I had a I had it all
I up and really had it all

The three leading of you niggas
Is the that's most appealing to you niggas
Even I victim to it, your pride don't let you do it
The will get you through it
Money, pussy, alcohol, what a cocktail
Fronted my first over oxtails and ran with it
is like a two-way street
The addiction, both you and me, now a seat
Every car got a fleet, every get a jeep
Every sparkle in the club that wasn't ours, we
Poor minds, poor makers
No reward, then what's the risk you
New bitch I fucking might start a rap war
Won't it yet, can't tell it yet
wins games Bill Belichick
These hoes Google numbers, niggas better check

Money, pussy,
You pussy after all
Money, pussy,
You pussy not at all
Get in them
I had a I had it all
I up and really had it all

out my bitches fucking baseball niggas
That dress like Bamas with guaranteed
Yeah, I see vision, sick of prison visits
Now the Major League's where fishing
You young and hot, so why
The dealers is washed, the is dry, so take your best shot
We judge you 'cause we ain't hug you
We sent you off to other hoods and let them niggas you
For real, we made you from afar
Even talked down on you, tryna dim star
Until we seen them cars pull up
And them pick you up
And then we realized we missed a in the rough
So, us proud, make it count
Until you learn to love 'em, make 'em no amount
Make 'em dig deeper to keep ya, knowing you it
Take of it when you're worth it
bitches worth it

Money, pussy,
You niggas after all
Money, pussy,
You pussy not at all
Get in them
I had a I had it all
I up and really had it all

I've been all you real niggas
I done see more won't you will niggas
Take a swing, snatch a
your mind, go insane
I'm in the club, you in the too
I got money, you got too
You it's honey dew
Whispering in my ear like a do
Eyeballing every bottle we running through
Trying to stand near, nigga damn
Pushing bitches out the way to Instagram
no pictures, now you in your feelings
I'm a real boy, no stranger dealings
Bruised ego, Henny-induced
Nickel bag niggas, all of a Ninos
I cancel all of you G-Moneys for G
I get it done for quarter ki money, for

Money, pussy,
You pussy after all
Money, pussy,
You niggas not at all
Get in them
I had a I had it all
I up and really had it all