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 at all the niggaz runnin out the room
another soldier causin doom
No I don't but I like to wound... my enemy
Who is the enemy I'm you asked
Any motherfucker standin in my
Got a Bentley Turbo now you jack
but remember, Mack Daddy is
And when you're platinum, start dissin
Record companies think missin
But I'm back clap (gunfire)*
I'm *clap clap (gunfire)*
I'm back and I got a 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 nigga that you wanna
And I don't a Giorgio suit
but I'm down for my business so please step
You heard my lawfirm's 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 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 like a man
cause I'm paid, and I'm up to no man
And in the rap I gets no respect
cause I'm more bank than the Heat check
I'm a pimp and my hoe is the system
Uncle Sam might think I dissed him
But nah I'm just pumpin straight
You either be a mack, or you get
Some of the jealous wanna on the boss
But this keepin em tossed
Cause I duck them deuce deuce treys at point range
*automatic gunfire* Attitudes get
I'm about making dividends
and every motherfucker ain't my
And I check my back when I my snaps
And niggaz that snatch get
wanna roll, that's cool
but I'm not to be played that
Some think a brother 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 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 dollars than 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 drop
A word to the Klan, I don't crops
You can run up your whip but you'll just run up and get popped
A word to the Tipper, rap fall
A to the bourgeoise, fuck all y'all
A to Apartheid you bouts to fall
You can a couple brothers but you'll never get us all
Straight laced game's I'm poppin at the new jacks
Mack Daddy niggaz like to snatch fat
I used to be nice with my rhymes, and now I dimes
*Beastie scratch "What's the time?"*
It's time to get 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 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,
Straight my bank
C'mon Punish! *DJ Punisher scratchin*
Punish em! em!
these DJ's what time it is Punish
Peace out y'all, and I'm my bank
I my bank
I my bank, straight paid clown
my bank
I my bank!