Luyện nghe bài hát Dollar Signs

(Hook/Chorus - Wei)
signs, money, cash, currency (yeah)
What it's all about in the (tell em)
Stack checks, cars, chains, and (oh!)
Where did all the music go? (huh? ha!)
signs (x2)
It's all they see in enterprise
signs (x2)
It's all we see at the end of
signs!

(Verse 1 - Shado)
Every artist brings a story to the
We brothers, can and able inside this fable
Question...What's satellite the cable?
this competition revolving around enables
us to change the game with a flame never burns out
bringing rage to the bangs that never out
range in a cage will never work out
but I'm in the brain with a chain that lurks out
to catch you, to be tattooed,
everything is now seeming to smell like some cat
fishy, all i see is broken in the kitchen
Lil mama in the corner and twisting
now you can see me doing everything I've for
got rid of the fakes, now all i have is
all I'm hearing now are like "Who's this"
but don't worry I'm just laying the blueprint

(Verse 2 - 1Chance)
If you got it then easy to get caught in the hype
But if you don't, then you're only living through the lyrics you
Fellas get on the mic, and spit a mean in the booth
And tell you all types of things, but you don't hear the
But they don't it as long as they making revenue
That's the reason keeping it is something they never do
Brainwashed in the video clips, got people thinking that they that rich
You see the gliss and the glam, and then you listen to the story speak
It don't match; you getting paper but you be on the
Slinging the grip and the heat, that's all fake, it ain't no
And those the guys that these like to over rate
If you're creative with a message in rhymes
And you're whack and they ain't showing no respect to your design
They swear at your behind, but I'm far that -- I keep it real and I go hard with raps

(Verse 3 - T.Y.J. (The Jordan))
You bout your cash, you talking how you got fame
Light me up and I will spit it a hot flame
I be popping, I be bursting like I hit a
And I be flying in the sky, I'll planes
All you rappers got no
And I be stuck within the rap like I'm of glue
I bite your heads off like I'm making stew
You gotta look at rap from another point of
I'm really motivated that is I'm made of
Put my heart in game, yes I got love
You guys are all fake scripted, scene
And I be repping for my brothers and all of my
enemies and that is how I cause trouble
I take my own risks and I don't need a stunt
You say you're money, you say you're getting sex
It ain't nothing if you getting no respect