Luyện nghe bài hát Go Get The Money

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

Aye, I'm talkin' everything
This shit like Versace dream, you know what I'm talkin'
(Aye, bruh, bring me one of them things they put of they head and shit)
four got Versace soul (I want the gown and all that shit)
Muthafuckin' tea cup, (I'm rockin' 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 with two-fifty (two-fifty)
I'm in first class Meek (yeah)
JFK airport, lost my grip over Customs (Customs)
Say he had the one in Georgia (what?), he been sippin' on oil (aye)
I been out in Abu Dhabi, this shit got me (spoiled)
They be up head to toe, all they bitches loyal
Wraith, Maybach (skrrt, skrrt), (skrrt), all that (skrrt, skrrt)
Versace, palace, I hope your hoe don't post
I may post a cash Thursday, that's a throw back
No more fun, that bitch boring, I may give your hoe
This a Zay and I talk nothin' but yay on it
This good music, fuck around and put 'Ye on it
This a track, I fuck 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 none of my started
Get for a hobby, my living room a lobby
And all my niggas shooters, so honestly I don't know who him
You snitchin' and you rottin', I see these rappers teamin' up
I they plottin', (brrr) got him

[Chorus: Ross]
Music
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 the money machine, yay, go get the money machine, huh
Go get the machine, huh, go get the money machine, huh
Plug in the machine, huh, I need the money 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 with the weed and the yay and the dice
Do it big for my niggas doin' 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 little
I get bitch get dicked down right after she get ate like knife in her
Have her screamin' LIFE in her
Her look better with my pipe 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
a bag full of money, we'll be in or not
From what I heard you asked me if I get shot
Shoot somebody do a bid or not

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

[Chorus: 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 money machine, yay, I the money machine, yay
We the money machine, yay, go get the money 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 need the machine, Zay
We need the machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay