Luyện nghe bài hát Go Get The Money

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

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

[Verse 1: Yo
I got back from Dubai (bai)
I'm on these so high (high)
I'm in first with two-fifty (two-fifty)
I'm in first class Meek (yeah)
Fuck JFK airport, my grip over 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 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 bitch boring, I may your hoe back
This a Zay track and I nothin' but yay on it
This that good music, around and put 'Ye on it
This a rock track, I around and put Jay on it
boy, I rock designer with my Js on
I'm always rockin' Loubs so I'm always on the red
I don't watch the news, all this gossip of my dogs started
Get money for a hobby, my living room a
And all my niggas shooters, so honestly I don't who shot him
You snitchin' and you rottin', I see little rappers teamin' up
I think plottin', (brrr) got him

[Chorus: Rick
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 machine, huh, go get the money machine, huh
Plug in the money machine, huh, I the money 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

2: T.I.]
How much you think they 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, middle finger to 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 down right after she get ate like knife in her
Have her THUG LIFE in her
Her look better with my pipe in it
On and Vicodin, good 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 of money, we'll be in or not
From what I heard you me if I wanna get shot
somebody else do a bid or not

[Verse 3: T]
AMG the fo, carbon fiber, peelin' out
Push button, roof is colors, fuck the ceilin' now
Cookin' powder in a crockpot 'til it's out
Million dollar marchin' boys, bring my children out
'em out, you the plug, spit 'em out
You the hub, 'em out, Palm Island
a house, fly her in, rent her mouth
Center stage, spendin' now, her back
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 like it's a treasure nigga (treasure nigga)
King Push and Zaytoven, it's niggas

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