Luyện nghe bài hát Get Da Money

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

erick & ja rule

No what the deal, we get the money money
No how we feel, we get the money 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 how we feel, we get the money 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 material, niggas venirial, diseases to me
And it's startin to burn when I on emcees
Niggas it with me, who I be?
The one that got you to run
The one with rhyme or reason to my gun
the outcome, another nigga gettin smoked?
Another nigga found slain a tongue out his throat
Son it's no joke, I pump lead like bad
And leave nodding out with no hope
I'ma spit flows, and fuck various hoes
Rule, e-dub, and dog it shows
That the with the money get the bitches bitches
Rolled up on dubs, dishes dishes
Niggas don't it with me
J-the a-the
Nigga I get the 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 reluctant
I came through the spot a crunked it
Laid back and funked it,
No matter what, I in work
E, I do it all day, I do it in
lost up in nyc with ? ? ?
Fake thug emcees never did dirt
Yo, me and ja rule make ya holla
We get money like minister ? ? ?
Us two linked up, the bank and hit a brink up
the bar and mixed the drink up
Believe I got major (how? )
Street talkin big boi from outkast (uh huh)