Luyện nghe bài hát I Check My Bank

I'm peelin off domes with a bat
four Magnum choice of gat
Mercury tip fillin up my
I can shoot him in the or I can get him in the hip
but boom look at all the niggaz runnin out the
Just another soldier causin
No I bang but I like to wound... my enemy
Who is the I'm glad you asked
Any motherfucker in my path
Got a Bentley Turbo now you jack
but remember, Mack is strapped
And when you're platinum, niggaz dissin
Record companies think missin
But I'm back clap (gunfire)*
I'm back clap (gunfire)*
I'm back and I got a bigger gat *click
Now the positive rhymes is
And I'm positively hittin dome
You might want mine but you get mine
Rather put a hot nine right up in behind
I'm not the nigga you wanna recoup
And I wear a Giorgio suit
but I'm down for my business so please step
You about my lawfirm's rep, I check my bank

Chorus: DJ Punisher and Sir

"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! I am, rich"
my bank
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! I am, rich"
checks my bank
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! I am, rich"
Straight my bank
"Cash money, cash-cash-cash-cash.... money"

In the magazine I look like a man
cause I'm paid, and I'm up to no man
And in the rap I gets no respect
cause I'm checkin more bank the Heat check
I'm a pimp and my hoe is the system
Uncle Sam might think I just him
But nah I'm just straight facts
You either be a mack, or you get
Some of the jealous wanna on the boss
But this keepin em tossed
Cause I duck them deuce treys at point blank range
*automatic gunfire* get changed
I'm about making dividends
and every motherfucker ain't my
And I check my back I count my snaps
And that snatch get slapped
Girls roll, that's cool
but I'm not to be played that
Some niggaz think a brother money is slippin
but I've be down, so quit
My goal, to increase the size of this
I hold, and bring up the whose down
to roll, and keep all the under my control
That's how I'm livin, I my bank

Chorus: DJ

"Cash money, cash-cash.. money"
"Clockin more than Chase Manhattan"
2X*

I check my *DJ Punisher starts scratch*
Punish! "Cash money"

A word to the cops, I can't be
A word to my enemies, I drop props
A word to the Klan, I pick crops
You can run up with your whip but you'll run up and get popped
A to the Tipper, rap won't fall
A to the bourgeoise, fuck all y'all
A word to you bouts to fall
You can a couple brothers but you'll never get us all
laced game's what I'm poppin at the new jacks
Mack Daddy like to snatch fat sacks
I used to be nice with my rhymes, and now I drop
*Beastie Boys "What's the time?"*
It's time to get paid in the G
never stopped a nigga like me
I'm breakin no laws but I'm livin on
CEO's to bed
Business, straight yankin in presidents
like sellin dope, but the money ain't bent
The is stiff, but I'ma get mine
My set is a dollar sign, I check my

Yup, my bank, fool, ha ha
Yup, I my bank, sheeit
Straight checkin my
Punish! *DJ Punisher starts scratchin*
Punish em! em!
these DJ's what time it is Punish
Peace out y'all, and I'm my bank
I my bank
I checks my bank, paid clown
my bank
I my bank!