Luyện nghe bài hát Get Money

Yeah, yeah, I get it
I run rap shit, now guess 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, maybe they're tryna distract it
From the fact that I'm back
Or maybe it's 'cause I ain't black, maybe it's of that

Maybe it's because I'm the sellin' artist in rap
While I'm 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 that I've

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

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

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

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

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