Luyện nghe bài hát I Check My Bank

I'm peelin off domes a baseball bat
Forty four choice of gat
Mercury tip fillin up my
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 another soldier causin
No I don't bang but I to wound... my enemy
Who is the enemy I'm glad you
Any motherfucker standin in my
Got a Bentley Turbo now you wanna
but remember, Mack Daddy is
And when platinum, niggaz start dissin
companies think you're missin
But I'm back *clap (gunfire)*
I'm back clap (gunfire)*
I'm back and I got a gat *click BOOM*
Now the positive is onnnn
And I'm positively hittin dome
You might want but you can't get mine
put a hot nine right up in your behind
I'm not the nigga that you wanna
And I don't a Giorgio suit
but I'm down for my business so don't step
You heard about my lawfirm's rep, I check my

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 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 game I gets no
cause I'm checkin more bank 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 pumpin facts
You either be a mack, or you get
of the jealous wanna roll on the boss
But this keepin em tossed
Cause I them deuce deuce treys at point blank range
*automatic gunfire* get changed
I'm about making dividends
and motherfucker ain't my friend
And I check my back when I my snaps
And niggaz snatch get slapped
Girls roll, that's cool
but I'm not to be played that
Some niggaz think a with money is slippin
but be down, so quit trippin
My goal, to the size of this bank
I hold, and up the brothers whose down
to roll, and keep all the shit my control
how I'm livin, I check my bank

Chorus: DJ

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

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

A word to the cops, I can't be
A word to my enemies, I don't drop
A word to the Klan, I don't pick
You can run up with your whip but just run up and get popped
A to the Tipper, rap won't fall
A word to the bourgeoise, all y'all
A word to Apartheid you bouts to
You can kill a brothers but you'll never get us all
Straight laced 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?"*
It's time to get paid in the G
Recession never stopped a nigga me
I'm breakin no laws but I'm livin on
CEO's to bed
Business, straight yankin in 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 checkin my
C'mon Punish! *DJ starts scratchin*
Punish em! em!
Show these DJ's 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!