Luyện nghe bài hát Go Get The Money

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rick Ross]
Go get the machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay
Go get the money machine, Zay, 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 machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay