Luyện nghe bài hát Get Da Money

[erick (sermon)]
Check it, when I come in the place
Like a plane watch, take it to jacob and it
E coming through in the form
On some shit, when a star is born
I might rock a fake diamond watch for this
You rob me, end up dead for now
I approach those wanna cramp my style
When I ask they be like "huh" in juvenile
a smile, say a rhyme thats straight out cold
Strong enough to grab you with it's hold
So what's cha'll want, don't dare
I leave you in back of somebodies restaurant
Layin with the rats and cats
By a cardboard box where the be at
And one thing, for those that wanna bite my shit
I hope you choke and nobody give you the himelic,
Onasis aristotle, on the mic paint a picture would awake picasso
Yeeaaahhh, yeah, you can't be it
You imagine it, you and to me are seeing shit

erick & ja rule

No matter what the deal, we get the money
No matter how we feel, we get the money
Without, or with the steal, we get the money
Walk around a fat bank roll, we get the money money
No matter what the deal, we get the money
No matter how we feel, we get the money
Without, or with the steal, we get the money
around with a fat bank roll

[ja
E-dub, get a involved, let me spit a few bars
Of murderous material, niggas venirial, to me
And it's startin to burn I piss on emcees
Niggas want it me, who I be?
The one that got you to run
The one with rhyme or to bust my gun
Whats the outcome, another gettin smoked?
Another nigga slain with a tongue out his throat
Son it's no joke, I pump lead like bad
And leave niggas nodding out no hope
I'ma spit various flows, and fuck various
Rule, e-dub, and short dog it
That the niggas the money get the bitches bitches
up on dubs, deep dishes dishes
Niggas don't it with me
J-the a-the
I get the money money

Aiyyo, who asked who I be, I'm the
With a microphone to spots random
Got distribution boostin from here to
for full fledge producing
Cats were
I came through the spot a crunked it
Laid and funked it, yeah
No matter what, I in work
E, I do it all day, I do it in
Suckers lost up in nyc ? ? ?
Fake thug emcees that did dirt
Yo, me and ja rule make ya holla
We get money like ? ? ? dollar
Us two up, cased the bank and hit a brink up
Past the bar and the drink up
Believe I got cash (how? )
Street like big boi from outkast (uh huh)