Luyện nghe bài hát Go Get The Money

[Intro: Yo & Rick Ross]
boy Zay on the beat
Maybach

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

[Verse 1: Yo
I just got from Dubai (bai)
I'm on these so high (high)
I'm in first with two-fifty (two-fifty)
I'm in class Meek Mill (yeah)
Fuck JFK airport, lost my grip over (Customs)
Say he had the one in Georgia (what?), he sippin' on that oil (aye)
I been out in Abu Dhabi, this got me spoiled (spoiled)
They be dressed up head to toe, all they bitches
Wraith, (skrrt, skrrt), Drophead (skrrt), all that (skrrt, skrrt)
Versace, palace, I hope your hoe don't that
I may post a cash 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
that 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 Loubs so I'm always on the red carpet
I don't watch the news, all this gossip of my dogs started
Get for a hobby, my living room a lobby
And all my shooters, so honestly I don't know who shot him
You snitchin' and you rottin', I see these rappers teamin' up
I think plottin', (brrr) got him

[Chorus: Ross]
Maybach
Go get the machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay
Go get the money machine, Zay, plug in the machine, Zay
Plug in the money machine, yay, I need the money machine, yay
We need the machine, yay, go get the money machine, huh
Go get the money machine, huh, go get the machine, huh
in the money machine, huh, I need the money machine, Zay
We the money money machine, Zay, we need the money 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 doin' in the struggle
Free Kaep, Meek, finger to them suckas
We don't hear them motherfuckas, we get rid of
I'm a big dog, bark, you a little
I get your bitch get dicked down right 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 and mushrooms
You see the drink is all in the kitchen and the white girls in and outta room
I finna that shit, is you in or not?
a bag full of money, we'll be in or not
From what I heard you asked me if I get shot
Shoot else do a bid or not

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

Rick Ross]
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 the money machine, Zay
We need the money money machine, zay, we need the machine, Zay
We the money machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay