Luyện nghe bài hát Get Da Money

[erick (sermon)]
Check it, when I in the place excitement
a plane watch, take it to jacob and iced it
E coming through in the form
On some striesand shit, when a is born
I might rock a fake watch for this evening
You rob me, end up for now reason
I approach those that wanna cramp my
When I ask they be like "huh" like in
Crack a smile, say a rhyme thats straight out
Strong enough to grab you with it's choke
So what's cha'll want, don't dare
'fore I leave you in back of restaurant
Layin flat the rats and cats
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 that would awake picasso
Yeeaaahhh, yeah, you be believing it
You imagine it, you and to me are seeing shit

erick & ja rule

No matter what the deal, we get the money
No how we feel, we get the money money
Without, or the steal, we get the money money
Walk around with a fat roll, we get the money money
No what the deal, we get the money 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 spit a few
Of material, niggas venirial, diseases to me
And it's startin to burn when I on emcees
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, nigga gettin smoked?
Another nigga slain with a tongue out his throat
Son it's no joke, I lead like bad dope
And leave nodding out with no hope
I'ma various flows, and fuck various hoes
Rule, e-dub, and dog it shows
That the niggas the money get the bitches bitches
Rolled up on dubs, dishes dishes
don't want it with me
J-the r-u-l-e
I get the money money

Aiyyo, who who I be, I'm the phantom
With a microphone to spots random
Got distribution from here to houston
Known for full producing
Cats reluctant
When I came through the 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 up in nyc with ? ? ?
Fake thug emcees never did dirt
Yo, me and ja rule make ya holla
We get money like ? ? ? dollar
Us two linked up, cased the 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)