Luyện nghe bài hát Go Get The Money

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

Aye, I'm everything Versace
This shit like Versace dream, you what I'm talkin' 'bout?
(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)
tea cup, silverware (I'm rockin' them Js though)
I feel in this muthafucka', aye

1: Yo Gotti]
I just got from Dubai (bai)
I'm on these Xans so (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 dressed up head to toe, all they bitches
Wraith, (skrrt, skrrt), Drophead (skrrt), all that (skrrt, skrrt)
Versace, palace, I hope hoe don't post that
I may post a million cash Thursday, a throw back
No more fun, bitch boring, I may give your hoe back
a Zay track and I talk nothin' but yay on it
This good music, fuck around and put 'Ye on it
a rock track, I fuck around 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 watch the news, all this gossip none of my dogs started
Get money for a hobby, my living a lobby
And all my niggas shooters, so honestly I know who shot him
You snitchin' and you rottin', I see these little rappers up
I think plottin', (brrr) got him

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

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

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

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