Luyện nghe bài hát No More

Yeah,

I got the brown bag of money
I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore
I will never no more but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, nah

I got the brown bag full of
I got the goin' to Florida and I swore that
I will never hustle no more but I never say that no more
I got my mind, right right

The pots hot as the rock
It's the paper chasin' man on the like hands
like teeth, get money like heat
Cliff Hukstable keep it comin' Keith

Gotta make last for worse or for better
make it past the devil so guns I got several
And everybody plays, the fool says Aaron
But I just play to win holler back like heavy

Smellin' like from a rose so they ***
My buildin' bagels and legos
When I they froze, trust me for the pesos
I'm an A hole AK

Think face and understand I'm talkin' money by the case loads
Gun off safety, I'm in mode
I will hold court until the case
bag ***

I got the brown bag full of
I got the work goin' to and I swore that
I will never no more but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, nah

I got the brown bag of money
I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore
I will never no more but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, money right

Young new ain't no turnin' me back
Had the rubber band in the button king sack
And I ain't never goin' back, I love the life
under the street lights tryin' to get off that white

At a reasonable nah, I ain't tryin' to bargain wit you
You *** hatin' well, I guess they gonna be wit you
I got 2 jobs, I and I cop ***
Like father son well, I was adopted

I told the Birdman, give me a chance
And I don't even wanna you what I did with my advance
'Cause I'm only a man, I had to my fam'
Takin' that hood *** and copped about 24

Man, I guess it is what it is, it was it was
Before the rap game, I was sellin'
Either way I'm six figures my first record
I'll stunt y'all, don't respect my my habits, I'm a hustla

I got the brown bag of money
I got the goin' to Florida and I swore that
I will never hustle no more but I will say that no more
I got my mind, nah

I got the brown bag of money
I got the goin' to Florida and I swore that
I will never hustle no but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, right right

an eight to a quarter, from a half to a brick
From an 0 to the ozies, that how I'm hood
And murder was the case got me emptyin' lot of
Stunna Birdman, *** right back in this ***

Third world the you up, I'm rollin' in the whip
With money on my mind, gotta hustla and to lift
Them high dealin' me and youngin' on some ***
bread, choppin' millions 'cause a *** ain't ***

Told as a youngin' how to roll the chopper
If money on block for the money I'ma pop ya
*** hate but they money wouldn't stop us
From ridin' fly now they *** out jockin'

We stunnin' while ya hating **, is what made you **
I you poppin' *** but the Birdman raised you ***
Birdman got an army, got a navy
And Cash Money can't ya

I got the brown bag of money
I got the work goin' to Florida and I that
I will never no more but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, nah

I got the bag full of money
I got the goin' to Florida and I swore that
I will never hustle no more but I never say that no more
I got my mind, money right