Luyện nghe bài hát I Check My Bank

I'm off domes with a baseball bat
Forty four choice of gat
Mercury tip fillin up my
I can him in the dome or I can get him in the hip
but boom look at all the niggaz runnin out the
another soldier causin doom
No I don't bang but I like to wound... my
Who is the I'm glad you asked
Any standin in my path
Got a Bentley Turbo now you wanna
but remember, Mack Daddy is
And when you're platinum, start dissin
Record think you're missin
But I'm *clap clap (gunfire)*
I'm *clap clap (gunfire)*
I'm and I got a bigger gat *click BOOM*
Now the rhymes is onnnn
And I'm hittin that dome
You might mine but you can't get mine
Rather put a hot nine right up in your
I'm not the nigga that you wanna
And I don't a Giorgio suit
but I'm down for my business so please step
You heard about my rep, I check my bank

Chorus: DJ Punisher and Sir

"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 checkin my
"Cash money, cash-cash-cash-cash.... money"

In the I look like 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 more bank than the Heat check
Yeah I'm a and my hoe is the system
Uncle Sam might I just dissed him
But nah I'm pumpin straight facts
You be a mack, or you get macked
of the jealous wanna roll on the boss
But HK's keepin em tossed
I duck them deuce deuce treys at point blank range
*automatic Attitudes get changed
I'm about making dividends
and every motherfucker ain't my
And I my back when I count my snaps
And that snatch get slapped
Girls wanna roll, cool
but I'm not to be that fool
Some niggaz a brother with money is slippin
but be down, so quit trippin
My goal, to the size of this bank
I hold, and bring up the whose down
to roll, and all the shit under my control
That's how I'm livin, I check my

DJ Punisher

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

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

A word to the cops, I be stopped
A word to my enemies, I drop props
A word to the Klan, I don't 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 to the bourgeoise, fuck all y'all
A to Apartheid you bouts to fall
You can kill a couple but you'll never get us all
Straight game's what I'm poppin at the new jacks
Mack Daddy like to snatch fat sacks
I used to be nice my rhymes, and now I drop dimes
*Beastie scratch "What's the time?"*
time to get paid in the nine-two G
Recession stopped a nigga like me
I'm breakin no laws but I'm livin on
CEO's to bed
Business, yankin in dead presidents
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 my bank, sheeit
Straight my bank
Punish! *DJ Punisher starts scratchin*
Punish em! em!
Show these DJ's time it is Punish
out y'all, and I'm checkin my bank
I my bank
I my bank, straight paid clown
Checkin my
I my bank!