Luyện nghe bài hát I Check My Bank

I'm off domes with a baseball bat
Forty four choice of gat
tip fillin up my clip
I can shoot him in the or I can get him in the hip
but boom look at all the runnin out the room
Just another soldier causin
No I don't bang but I to wound... my enemy
Who is the enemy I'm glad you
Any motherfucker in my path
Got a Bentley now you wanna jack
but remember, Mack Daddy is
And when you're platinum, start dissin
Record companies you're missin
But I'm back clap (gunfire)*
I'm *clap clap (gunfire)*
I'm back and I got a gat *click BOOM*
Now the rhymes is onnnn
And I'm positively hittin dome
You might want mine but you get mine
Rather put a hot nine right up in your
I'm not the nigga that you recoup
And I don't wear a suit
but I'm down for my business so don't step
You heard my lawfirm's rep, I check my bank

Chorus: DJ and Sir Mix-a-Lot

"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! I am, rich"
my bank
"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 a dope man
I'm paid, and I'm suckin up to no man
And in the rap I gets no respect
cause I'm checkin more bank than the Heat
I'm a pimp and my hoe is the system
Uncle Sam might I just dissed him
But nah I'm pumpin straight facts
You either be a mack, or you get
Some of the jealous wanna on the boss
But HK's keepin em tossed
Cause I duck them deuce deuce treys at point blank
*automatic Attitudes 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 get slapped
Girls wanna roll, that's
but I'm not to be that fool
Some niggaz think a with money is slippin
but I've be down, so quit
My goal, to increase the size of bank
I hold, and bring up the whose down
to roll, and keep all the under my control
That's how I'm livin, I check my

Chorus: DJ

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

I check my bank *DJ Punisher 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 don't pick
You can run up with your whip but you'll run up and get popped
A to the Tipper, rap won't fall
A word to the bourgeoise, all y'all
A word to Apartheid you bouts to
You can kill a couple brothers but never get us all
Straight laced what I'm poppin at the new jacks
Mack Daddy niggaz like to fat sacks
I used to be nice with my rhymes, and now I dimes
Boys scratch "What's the time?"*
It's to get paid in the nine-two G
never stopped a nigga like me
I'm breakin no laws but I'm livin on
Puttin to bed
Business, yankin in dead presidents
It's like sellin dope, but the money bent
The is stiff, but I'ma get mine
My set is a sign, I check my bank

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