Luyện nghe bài hát I Check My Bank

I'm off domes with a baseball bat
four Magnum choice of gat
Mercury tip up my clip
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 soldier causin doom
No I don't but I like to wound... my enemy
Who is the I'm glad you asked
Any motherfucker standin in my
Got a Turbo now you wanna jack
but remember, Mack is strapped
And when you're platinum, niggaz start
Record think you're missin
But I'm back clap (gunfire)*
I'm back *clap (gunfire)*
I'm back and I got a bigger gat *click
Now the positive is onnnn
And I'm positively hittin that
You might want mine but you get mine
Rather put a hot right up in your behind
I'm not the nigga that you wanna
And I wear a Giorgio suit
but I'm for my business so please don't step
You heard about my lawfirm's rep, I check my

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"
checkin my bank
"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 checkin more bank than the Heat
I'm a pimp and my hoe is the system
Uncle Sam think I just dissed him
But nah I'm just pumpin 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 duck them deuce deuce treys at blank range
*automatic Attitudes get changed
I'm about these dividends
and every motherfucker ain't my
And I check my when I count my snaps
And niggaz snatch get slapped
Girls roll, that's cool
but I'm not to be that fool
niggaz think 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 brothers down
to roll, and keep all the shit under my
That's how I'm livin, I check my

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

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