Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin Money

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

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Lace up a of the greenery, bounce and check the scenery
Anticipation of the raw fills up the vicinity
Legendary quotes from notes
Authentic wrapped around your throat
Coming hitting like a
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 him in his eye with a who, what, when and why
Oh no, not I, done hit you up with the so now identify
Cause whether dollars or yens, the 5-ohs always want to
A for doing his thing

A yo! Hotshots spots and smoke chocolate thai
Talking getting money till the day they die
Make money money, make money money
money money, take money money money!
Suit getting chunky, you see my pockets' fat
Enough to go around ten times and back
Be the A double B on the G bill
Circle it around from Brooklyn to Hill
Right from the getty we bank from the piggy
Cause we give it to you raw to the nitty-gritty
People acting shitty when they see me fifties
new sneakers, "Yo, son! Where'd you get these?!"

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Brush off the like lint after the hit
No seen the brothers with the three shades of tint
Only a sign they're in like Flynt and haven't the extent
We use the brain as the furnace and the as the vent
>From the set off we on the mic and go get off
Versatile styles bursting back and
>From the and shakers, we fill the rhymes pages
To catch them papers we're with flavours

Kick the lotto, that's my motto, the loot in the bottle
my tank up with gas and then hit the throttle
Me and Mike G like Lamar and Rollo
the mic, ripping shit at the Apollo
Check the promoter for my
Money quench my thirst 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 that put a start to the game
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 that doesn't mean they be touched
Just if you're too slow then you get crushed
Or bite the dust, the dust, bite the dust

Mega in armoured trucks falling out the sky

"I'll be getting money 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]