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 hustle no 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 that
I will never no more but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, money right

The hot as the rock expands
the paper chasin' man on the clock like hands
Grindin' like teeth, get money like
Cliff keep it comin' like Keith

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

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

Think face blow and understand I'm talkin' by the case loads
Gun off safety, I'm in safe
I hold court until the case closed
bag ***

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

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

Young new investment ain't no 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 price nah, I ain't tryin' to wit you
You *** well, I guess they gonna be starvin' wit you
I got 2 jobs, I and I cop ***
Like like son well, I was adopted

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

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

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 will never say no more
I got my mind, nah

I got the bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida and I that
I never hustle no more 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, how I'm hood rich
And murder was the case got me lot of clips
Stunna Birdman, *** right back in this ***

Third world throw the you up, I'm rollin' in the
With this on my mind, gotta hustla and to lift
Them rise dealin' me and youngin' on some ***
Breaking bread, choppin' millions 'cause a *** ***

Told as a youngin' how to with the chopper
If money on your block for the I'ma pop ya
*** wanna hate but they money stop us
From ridin' fly now they *** out jockin'

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

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