Luyện nghe bài hát Get Money

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

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

Maybe it's because I'm the highest artist in rap
I'm sittin' back in my office, jackin' off to my plaques
I'm still sick, how can I be sick this
And I'm alive, Magic Johnson arise
I thrive on makin' my opponents think I've died

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

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

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

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

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