Luyện nghe bài hát Get Da Money

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

erick & ja rule

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 with a fat bank roll, we get the money money
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 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 startin to burn when I piss on
want it with me, who I be?
The one got you ready to run
The one rhyme or reason 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 like bad dope
And niggas nodding out with no hope
spit various flows, and fuck various hoes
Rule, e-dub, and short dog it
That the niggas with the money get the bitches
Rolled up on dubs, deep dishes
Niggas don't it with me
J-the a-the
Nigga I get the money

Aiyyo, who who I be, I'm the phantom
a microphone to blow spots random
Got distribution boostin from to houston
Known for fledge producing
Cats were
When I came through the a crunked it
Laid back and it, yeah
No what, I puts in work
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 minister ? ? ?
Us two up, cased the bank and hit a brink up
Past the bar and the drink up
Believe I got major (how? )
talkin like big boi from outkast (uh huh)