Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Let The Money Make You

Intro: [An with Xzibit]
[I] I want to ask you, is more important to you guys?
All the that you guys are talkin' about?
Or the Or, what is more important? The Lyrics?
Or the leather stuff?
[X] I think, what we to do is device a way that the
artform and the is like on a equal level.
You know I mean, that, that like he said, is a fine
line where gotta pleas the or pleas the artists
that are listenin' to you. And pleas the hip-hop
underground people that, that, that is for that
you know, that real shit. It's only a certain way
you can go up and doin' it

Verse 1:
keep it on deck
Live, vinyl, CD or
Whatever you
I keep you bouncin' a bad cheque
See I should a trigger tattooed on my neck
To represent the that I repeat
Now you can take the out of the beat
But never take the out of the rhyme
Or tribalize, look into the of the emotional
Your whole style is
A dead giveaway to me is another business day
Xzibit to stay
My life, a to the A.K,
you wanna
A situation only one man can walk away
The same way he
When I flame, it spits flames like your middlename
So why do I say the fame
it come and go
The industry's a pet without refused to be that
I put the dope in, got and tatoos
Niggas ya money
But let the money you

Hook: T] x2
We make, make money,
Take's money to
The meanin' of life statted chips is stay alive
it's all about the C-notes
Gonna be fuckin' when rollin' this too
let the money make you

Verse 2:
Soopafly,
comin' with that shit
That shit that gangstas be gettin' gangsta with
The pimps, hustlers and the know the rank I get
Never have to get no money the bank, I get shit
I Stomp down whole compound
all the shots
Device the few I'm rise
Let the others
I
Who drop when a dime never got me
I'm still for broke
I you to the stroke
And one man loc and say
Smokin' to an open, mind
Focus on time provokin'
The G in me,
(?) he tried to step the Soopafly
AZ you are
Now gettin' down with the
Now who can shake it it break ground
Many motherfuckers are
There's only one thing needed like E.D.I, Amin / I mean
When it comes to the cash, I'm movin'
(Xzibit: Any other eat a dick)
type shit
Make ya step
Soopafly, hit like
is a jet
Maintainin' the top figures
The raw, rugged likwidation that be the river
Now, if a nigga step up
Be prepared to kick rap up
Try to die in line for you cheque, huh

[King T] x2

Verse 3:
So I die,
bury me
So the whole world can my ass
Live
Sippin' from my bottomless glass of Hennessy,
So I you (?)
comin' down like a saint
So for the judgement day
Be what the fuck you say
these parts
and Mozart,
the love for the arts and
Paragraphs to bust niggas in
That's what I fuck
(?) to get my duck sit
Miss me if you try to make a buck
I mean a quick buck, got bad luck
Black every black trash
Never relax, never get to anything
not gonna hand so life
I come back Christ
natural ice
With Sharif makin' sure R&B, was done
Might by the gun,
but livin' through my livin' son

[King T] x4

T]
We make, make, money, money, make, money, money, (x4)
We take money, take money, take money, money, (x4)

Don't let this make you