Luyện nghe bài hát I Check My Bank

I'm peelin off domes a baseball bat
Forty Magnum choice of gat
Mercury tip up my clip
I can shoot him in the or I can get him in the hip
but boom at all the niggaz runnin out the room
Just soldier causin doom
No I bang but I like to wound... my enemy
Who is the I'm glad you asked
Any motherfucker standin in my
Got a Bentley now you wanna jack
but remember, Mack Daddy is
And when platinum, niggaz start dissin
companies think you're missin
But I'm *clap 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 that
You might want mine but you get mine
Rather put a hot nine right up in your
I'm not the nigga you wanna recoup
And I don't wear a Giorgio
but I'm down for my business so don't step
You heard about my lawfirm's rep, I 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"
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 game I gets no
cause I'm checkin bank than the Heat check
Yeah I'm a pimp and my hoe is the
Uncle Sam might think I just him
But nah I'm just pumpin facts
You be a mack, or you get macked
of the jealous wanna roll on the boss
But this HK's keepin em
Cause I duck them deuce treys at point blank range
*automatic gunfire* get changed
I'm about making dividends
and every motherfucker my friend
And I check my when I count my snaps
And niggaz that get slapped
Girls wanna roll, that's
but I'm not to be played that
Some niggaz think a brother with money is
but I've be down, so trippin
My goal, to increase the size of 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 dollars than Manhattan"
2X*

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

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