Luyện nghe bài hát Go Get The Money

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

Aye, I'm talkin' everything
This shit like dream, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
(Aye, bruh, bring me one of them that they put of they head and shit)
These four got Versace (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 got back from Dubai (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 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 up head to toe, all they bitches loyal
Wraith, Maybach (skrrt, skrrt), Drophead (skrrt), all (skrrt, skrrt)
Versace, palace, I hope hoe don't post that
I may post a cash Thursday, that's a throw back
No more fun, bitch boring, I may give your hoe back
This a Zay track and I nothin' but yay on it
This that good music, fuck and put 'Ye on it
This a rock track, I fuck and put Jay on it
Dope boy, I rock designer 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 money for a hobby, my living a lobby
And all my niggas shooters, so honestly I don't who shot him
You and you rottin', I see these little rappers teamin' up
I think plottin', (brrr) got him

Rick Ross]
Maybach
Go get the money machine, Zay, go get the 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
Plug in the machine, huh, I need 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

2: T.I.]
How much you think they would pay for life?
In the trap with the weed and the yay and the
Do it big for my niggas bids in the struggle
Free Kaep, Meek, middle to them suckas
We hear them motherfuckas, we get rid of motherfuckas
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 screamin' THUG in her
Her look better with my pipe 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 that shit, is you in or not?
There's a bag full of money, 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, fiber, niggas peelin' out
Push button, roof is changin' colors, fuck the now
Cookin' powder in a crockpot 'til it's out
Million marchin' dope boys, bring my children out
Feel 'em out, you the plug, 'em out
You the hub, send 'em out, Island
a house, fly her in, rent her mouth
Center stage, spendin' now, send her
Sweat it out, a bag, breaded out, yeah!
I would rather sell forever niggas (ever niggas)
Take my chances instead of rappin' with you peasant (peasant niggas)
bring it back like it's a treasure nigga (treasure nigga)
King Push and Zaytoven, it's niggas

[Chorus: Rick
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 machine, yay, I need 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 money machine, huh, I 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