Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin Money

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

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Lace up a fattie of the greenery, bounce and the scenery
of the raw fills up the whole vicinity
Legendary from promissory notes
Authentic fatigues around your throat
Coming hitting a hammer
My overuse of grammar might 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
Cause dollars or yens, the 5-ohs always want to apprehend
A brother for his thing

A yo! rock spots and smoke chocolate thai
about getting money till the day they die
Make money, make money money money
Take money money, 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 thousand G
Circle it around from Brooklyn to Hill
from the getty we caught bank from the piggy
Cause we give it to you raw down to the
People acting shitty when 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 seen the brothers with the three shades of tint
Only a sign they're in 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 bursting back and forth
>From the dealers and shakers, we the rhymes pages
To catch them papers back with flavours

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

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

Mega in armoured 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]