Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin Money

"I'll be money till the day that I die"

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Lace up a fattie of the greenery, bounce and the scenery
Anticipation of the raw up the whole vicinity
Legendary quotes from notes
fatigues wrapped around your throat
Coming hitting a hammer
My overuse of truthful grammar send me to the slammer
So I got my alibi, so if the DA try to me fry
I'll poke him in his eye with a who, what, and why
Oh no, not I, done hit you up with the so now identify
whether dollars or yens, the 5-ohs always want to apprehend
A for doing his thing

A yo! Hotshots rock spots and smoke thai
Talking about getting till the day they die
Make money, make money money money
money money, take money money money!
Suit chunky, well you see my pockets' fat
Enough to go around ten times and come
Be the A B on the thousand G bill
Circle it from Brooklyn to Castle Hill
Right from the getty we caught from the piggy
Cause we give it to you raw down to the
People acting when they see me counting fifties
Buying new sneakers, "Yo, son! you get these?!"

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Brush off the comp like after the hit
No one's seen the brothers with the shades of tint
Only a they're in like Flynt and haven't reached the extent
We use the as the furnace and the mouth as the vent
>From the set off we on the mic and go get off
Versatile styles back and forth
>From the dealers and shakers, we fill the pages
To catch them papers we're back with

Kick the lotto, my motto, stash the loot in the bottle
Fill my tank up with gas and hit the throttle
Me and G lamping like Lamar and Rollo
Rocking the mic, shit at the Apollo
the promoter for my quota
Money quench my like Dr Pepper soda

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Recognise by the 'G' at the end of the
The in the air when I spark a new flame
It was the DJs in the park that put a start to the
That's made me grab the mic and go seek fame
And put a shame to the emcees styles too lame
For the treasures I but I fall short of, In God We Trust
But I learned doesn't mean they can't be touched
if you're too slow then you might get crushed
Or bite the dust, the dust, bite the dust

Mega bucks in trucks falling out the sky

"I'll be getting till the day that I die"

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You ask why we fly

"I'll be getting till the day that I die" [repeat to fade]