Luyện nghe bài hát I Check My Bank

I'm peelin off domes a baseball bat
Forty Magnum choice of gat
tip fillin up my clip
I can him in the dome or I can get him in the hip
but look at all the niggaz runnin out the room
another soldier causin doom
No I bang but I like to wound... my enemy
Who is the I'm glad you asked
Any standin in my path
Got a Turbo now you wanna jack
but remember, Daddy is strapped
And you're platinum, niggaz start dissin
Record companies think missin
But I'm back *clap (gunfire)*
I'm *clap clap (gunfire)*
I'm back and I got a bigger gat BOOM*
Now the positive is onnnn
And I'm positively hittin that
You might want mine but you can't get
put a hot nine right up in your behind
I'm not the that you wanna recoup
And I don't wear a suit
but I'm down for my so please don't step
You about my lawfirm's rep, I check my bank

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 checks my
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! I am, rich"
Straight 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 the Heat check
Yeah I'm a and my hoe is the system
Uncle Sam might think I dissed him
But nah I'm just pumpin facts
You either be a mack, or you get
of the jealous wanna roll on the boss
But this HK's keepin em
Cause I duck them deuce deuce treys at point range
*automatic Attitudes get changed
I'm about making dividends
and motherfucker ain't my friend
And I check my back I count my snaps
And niggaz that snatch get
wanna roll, that's cool
but I'm not to be played that
Some niggaz a brother with money is slippin
but be down, so quit trippin
My goal, to increase the of this bank
I hold, and bring up the whose down
to roll, and all the shit under my control
how I'm livin, I check my bank

Chorus: DJ

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

I check my bank *DJ Punisher starts
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 whip but you'll just run up and get popped
A to the Tipper, rap won't fall
A to the bourgeoise, fuck all y'all
A word to Apartheid you bouts to
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 niggaz like to snatch fat
I used to be nice my rhymes, and now I drop dimes
*Beastie Boys "What's the time?"*
It's to get paid in the nine-two G
Recession never stopped a 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 bent
The game is stiff, but I'ma get
My set is a dollar sign, I 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 DJ's what time it is Punish
out y'all, and I'm checkin my bank
I my bank
I checks my bank, paid clown
my bank
I my bank!