Luyện nghe bài hát I Check My Bank

I'm peelin off with a baseball 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 look at all the niggaz runnin out the room
another soldier causin doom
No I don't bang but I like to wound... my
Who is the enemy I'm glad you
Any standin in my path
Got a Bentley Turbo now you jack
but remember, Daddy is strapped
And when you're platinum, start dissin
Record companies think missin
But I'm *clap clap (gunfire)*
I'm back *clap (gunfire)*
I'm back and I got a bigger gat *click
Now the rhymes is onnnn
And I'm positively hittin dome
You might want but you can't get mine
Rather put a hot nine up in your behind
I'm not the that you wanna recoup
And I don't a Giorgio suit
but I'm down for my business so don't step
You heard about my lawfirm's rep, I check my

Chorus: DJ and Sir Mix-a-Lot

"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! I am, rich"
Checkin my
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! I am, rich"
AhhhI my bank
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! I am, rich"
checkin my bank
"Cash money, cash-cash-cash-cash.... money"

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

Chorus: DJ

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

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

A to the cops, I can't be stopped
A word to my enemies, I don't drop
A to the Klan, I don't pick crops
You can run up with your but you'll just run up and get popped
A to the Tipper, rap won't fall
A word to the bourgeoise, all y'all
A to Apartheid you bouts to fall
You can kill a brothers but you'll never get us all
Straight laced game's I'm poppin at the new jacks
Mack Daddy niggaz to snatch fat sacks
I used to be nice with my rhymes, and now I drop
*Beastie scratch "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 dead
It's like sellin dope, but the money ain't
The game is stiff, but get mine
My set is a sign, I check my bank

Yup, my bank, fool, ha ha
Yup, I check my bank,
Straight my bank
C'mon Punish! *DJ Punisher scratchin*
em! Punish em!
Show these DJ's what time it is
out y'all, and I'm checkin my bank
I checks my
I my bank, straight paid clown
my bank
I my bank!