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 I'm comin' back
Or maybe it's 'cause I ain't black, maybe because of that

Maybe because I'm the highest sellin' artist in rap
While I'm sittin' back in my office, off to my plaques
I'm sick, how can I be sick this long
And I'm still alive, Magic 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 don't tan, I burn, clot

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

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

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

I'm the best thing that ever to rap, bastards
I'm a blonde Dre, now gimme glasses