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 I do that?
(1, 2, 3)

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

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

That's I just pop up outta nowhere
Oh yeah, we go there
I forgot how much money he got
On the beach of
But your man lay in the sun 'cause I don't tan, I burn, blood 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 Coca-Cola shit
And he ain't even gotta look at to even hold a brick

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

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 when I start
Smart asses, kiss a ass then

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