Luyện nghe bài hát Get Da Money

[erick (sermon)]
Check it, when I in the place excitement
Like a plane watch, take it to and iced it
E coming in the purest form
On striesand shit, when a star is born
I might rock a fake diamond for this evening
You rob me, end up for now reason
I approach those that wanna cramp my
When I ask they be "huh" like in juvenile
a smile, say a rhyme thats straight out cold
Strong to grab you with it's choke hold
So what's cha'll want, dare taunt
'fore I leave you in back of restaurant
Layin flat with the rats and
By a box where the bums be at
And one more thing, for those wanna bite my shit
I hope you choke and give 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

Chorus: erick & ja

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 bank roll, we get the money
No matter the deal, we get the money money
No matter how we feel, we get the money
Without, or the steal, we get the money 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 startin to burn when I piss on emcees
Niggas 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 gettin smoked?
Another nigga found with a tongue out his throat
Son it's no joke, I pump lead like bad
And leave niggas nodding out with no
I'ma spit various flows, and fuck hoes
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 want it me
J-the r-u-l-e
Nigga I get the money

Aiyyo, who who I be, I'm the phantom
With a microphone to spots random
Got distribution from here to houston
Known for fledge producing
Cats were
When I came through the a crunked it
back and funked it, yeah
No matter what, I puts in
E, I do it all day, I do it in
lost up in nyc with ? ? ?
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
I got major cash (how? )
Street talkin like big boi outkast (uh huh)