Luyện nghe bài hát Go Get The Money

[Intro: Yo Gotti & Rick
That boy Zay on the
Music

Aye, I'm talkin' Versace
This shit like Versace dream, you know I'm talkin' 'bout?
(Aye, bruh, bring me one of them things that they put of they and shit)
These four got soul (I want the gown and all that shit)
Muthafuckin' tea cup, silverware (I'm them Js though)
I feel rich in muthafucka', aye

[Verse 1: Yo
I got back from Dubai (bai)
I'm on these so high (high)
I'm in first class with (two-fifty)
I'm in class Meek Mill (yeah)
Fuck JFK airport, lost my over Customs (Customs)
Say he had the one in (what?), he been sippin' on that oil (aye)
I out in Abu Dhabi, this shit got me spoiled (spoiled)
They be up head to toe, all they bitches loyal
Wraith, Maybach (skrrt, skrrt), Drophead (skrrt), all (skrrt, skrrt)
Versace, palace, I hope your hoe post that
I may post a million Thursday, that's a throw back
No more fun, that boring, I may give your hoe back
This a Zay and I talk nothin' but yay on it
This that music, fuck around and put 'Ye on it
This a rock track, I around and put Jay on it
Dope boy, I rock with my Js on
I'm rockin' Loubs so I'm always on the red carpet
I don't watch the news, all gossip none of my dogs started
Get money for a hobby, my living room a
And all my shooters, so honestly I don't know who shot him
You and you rottin', I see these little rappers teamin' up
I think plottin', (brrr) got him

Rick Ross]
Maybach
Go get the machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay
Go get the machine, Zay, plug in the money machine, Zay
Plug in the money machine, yay, I need the money machine, yay
We need the money machine, yay, go get the machine, huh
Go get the money machine, huh, go get the machine, huh
Plug in the money machine, huh, I need the machine, Zay
We need the money machine, Zay, we need the money machine, Zay
We need the money machine, Zay, go get the machine, Zay

2: T.I.]
How much you think they would pay for life?
In the trap the weed and the yay and the dice
Do it big for my niggas bids in the struggle
Kaep, Meek, middle finger to them suckas
We hear them motherfuckas, we get rid of motherfuckas
I'm a big dog, bark, you a motherfucka
I get your bitch get dicked down after she get ate like knife in her
Have her screamin' THUG in her
Her look better with my pipe in it
On Percocets and Vicodin, good weed and
You see the drink is all in the kitchen and the white girls in and outta dressing
I finna fuck that shit, is you in or
There's a bag full of money, be in or not
From I heard you asked me if I wanna get shot
Shoot somebody do a bid or not

3: Pusha T]
AMG the fo, fiber, niggas peelin' out
Push button, roof is changin' colors, fuck the now
Cookin' powder in a crockpot it's spillin' out
Million dollar dope boys, bring my children out
'em out, you the plug, spit 'em out
You the hub, send 'em out, Island
a house, fly her in, rent her mouth
Center stage, spendin' now, her back
Sweat it out, with a bag, out, yeah!
I rather sell dope forever niggas (ever niggas)
Take my chances instead of rappin' with you niggas (peasant niggas)
Underwater it back like it's a treasure nigga (treasure nigga)
Push and Zaytoven, it's whatever niggas

[Chorus: Rick
Go get the money machine, Zay, go get the machine, Zay
Go get the money machine, Zay, in the money machine, Zay
Plug in the money money machine, yay, I need the machine, yay
We need the money machine, yay, go get the machine, huh
Go get the machine, huh, go get the money machine, huh
Plug in the money machine, huh, I the money machine, Zay
We the money money machine, zay, we need the money machine, Zay
We need the machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay