Luyện nghe bài hát Get Da Money

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

erick & ja rule

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

[ja
E-dub, get a nigga involved, let me a few bars
Of murderous material, venirial, diseases to me
And it's to burn when I piss on emcees
want it with me, who I be?
The one got you ready to run
The one with rhyme or reason to my gun
Whats the outcome, another nigga gettin
Another nigga found with a tongue out his throat
Son it's no joke, I lead like bad dope
And leave niggas out with no hope
I'ma spit various flows, and various hoes
Rule, e-dub, and short dog it
That the niggas with the money get the bitches
Rolled up on dubs, dishes dishes
Niggas want it with me
J-the a-the
Nigga I get the money

Aiyyo, who asked who I be, I'm the
a microphone to blow spots random
Got distribution boostin here to houston
Known for fledge producing
Cats were
When I came through the spot a it
Laid back and it, yeah
No matter what, I in work
E, I do it all day, I do it in
lost up in nyc with ? ? ?
Fake emcees that never did dirt
Yo, me and ja rule make ya holla
We get money minister ? ? ? dollar
Us two linked up, the bank and hit a brink up
Past the bar and mixed the up
Believe I got cash (how? )
Street like big boi from outkast (uh huh)