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 check the
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 send me to the
So I got my alibi, so if the DA try to me fry
I'll poke him in his eye a who, what, when and why
Oh no, not I, hit you up with the jimmy so now identify
Cause whether dollars or yens, the 5-ohs always to apprehend
A for doing his thing

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

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

Kick the lotto, my motto, stash the loot in the bottle
Fill my up with gas and then hit the throttle
Me and Mike G lamping Lamar and Rollo
Rocking the mic, ripping at the Apollo
Check the for my quota
quench my thirst 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 that put a start to the game
That's what made me grab the mic and go seek
And put a to the emcees with styles too lame
For the I lust but I fall short of, In God We Trust
But I learned that doesn't mean can't be touched
Just if you're too slow then you get crushed
Or bite the dust, the dust, bite the dust

Mega bucks in trucks falling out the sky

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

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You ask why we fly

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