Luyện nghe bài hát I Check My Bank

I'm peelin off with a baseball bat
Forty four Magnum 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
Just another soldier doom
No I bang but I like to wound... my enemy
Who is the enemy I'm you asked
Any standin in my path
Got a Bentley now you wanna jack
but remember, Daddy is strapped
And when you're platinum, niggaz dissin
Record companies you're missin
But I'm back clap (gunfire)*
I'm back *clap (gunfire)*
I'm and I got a bigger gat *click BOOM*
Now the positive rhymes is
And I'm positively that dome
You might want mine but you can't get
Rather put a hot nine right up in behind
I'm not the that you wanna recoup
And I don't wear a Giorgio
but I'm down for my business so don't step
You heard my lawfirm's rep, I check my bank

DJ Punisher 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"
Straight checkin my
"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 I gets no respect
cause I'm checkin bank than the Heat check
Yeah I'm a pimp and my hoe is the
Uncle Sam might think I dissed him
But nah I'm just straight facts
You either be a mack, or you get
Some of the jealous wanna roll on the
But this HK's em tossed
Cause I them deuce deuce treys at point blank range
*automatic gunfire* Attitudes get
I'm about making these
and every motherfucker ain't my
And I check my back I count my snaps
And that snatch get slapped
Girls wanna roll, cool
but I'm not to be played fool
Some niggaz think a with money is slippin
but I've be down, so quit
My goal, to increase the size of this
I hold, and bring up the brothers whose
to roll, and keep all the under my control
That's how I'm livin, I my bank

Chorus: DJ

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

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

A word to the cops, I be stopped
A word to my enemies, I don't props
A word to the Klan, I 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 to the bourgeoise, fuck all y'all
A word to Apartheid you to fall
You can kill a couple brothers but never get us all
Straight laced game's I'm poppin at the new jacks
Mack Daddy niggaz like to fat sacks
I to be nice with my rhymes, and now I drop dimes
Boys scratch "What's the time?"*
It's to get paid in the nine-two G
Recession 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 dollar sign, I check my

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