Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin Money

"I'll be getting 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 fills up the whole
quotes from promissory notes
Authentic fatigues wrapped around throat
Coming like a hammer
My overuse of truthful grammar might 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, hit you up with the jimmy so now identify
Cause dollars or yens, the 5-ohs always want to apprehend
A brother for doing his

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

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

Kick the lotto, that's my motto, stash the in the bottle
Fill my up with gas and then hit the throttle
Me and Mike G lamping like Lamar and
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 aroma in the air when I a new flame
It was the DJs in the park put a start to the game
That's what made me the mic and go seek fame
And put a shame to the with styles too lame
For the treasures I but I fall short of, In God We Trust
But I learned that mean they can't be touched
Just if you're too slow 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 money till the day I die"

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You ask why we fly

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