Luyện nghe bài hát Get Money

Yeah, yeah, I get it
I run this rap shit, now who's back
You thought I left you, now why would I do
(1, 2, 3)

They keep on the same rappers are the best
Jay-Z and Kanye West, they're just tryna distract it
From the fact that I'm comin'
Or maybe it's 'cause I ain't black, maybe it's because of

Maybe it's because I'm the highest sellin' in rap
While I'm sittin' in my office, jackin' off to my plaques
I'm still sick, how can I be sick long
And I'm still alive, Magic Johnson
I thrive on makin' my opponents think that died

when I just pop up outta nowhere
Oh yeah, there we go
I forgot how much money he got
On the of Saint-Tropez
But your man don't lay in the sun 'cause I don't tan, I burn, blood

When you gonna learn how money we've earned
How does it feel to know I came in this at 25
And retired at 29 in my 20s still
And Fif' here to on that Coca-Cola shit
And he ain't even gotta look at coke to even hold a

No more, oh boy, did he score
To go from sellin' bags to right out the store
And Shady hit the box office man, he the socks off us
My is set for life, you profitless cocksuckers

So the fuck off us, we make pay
I'm just a super modest MC, okay?
Til I hear the word has been, that's I start spazzin'
Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass

I'm the thing that ever happened to rap, bastards
I'm a blonde Dre, now gimme Kanye's