Luyện nghe bài hát It's All About the Benjamins (Remix)

Now what y'all do?
Wanna be ballers?
Brawlers who be dippin' in the Benz wit the
On the low from the in the Taurus

Tryin' to get my on some Grants like Horace
Yeah the raw deal, three course meals
Spaghetti, fettuccine, and
But still, everything's real in the

And what you can't have now, leave in your
But knock me for tryin' to bury
Seven zeros, in Rio Dijanery
Ain't nobody's hero, but I be heard

On your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my
Swimmin' in wit they own condominiums
plus Fives, who drive Millineums
It's all the Benjamins, what?

I get a pound bag of ooh for the mutts
Five on my hands wit the cuts
And in European figures
Fuck bein' a broke

I a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga
Drinkin' malt liquor, a Bro' Vega
I'm wit Mo' sippers, by gold diggers
Rockin' Bejor denims, wit zippers
(C'mon)

Lost your touch we ours, poppin' Cristal's
Freakin' the three-quarter
Enormous cream, forest green, Benz
For my team so you sleep I'ma scheme
(That's right)

We see through, that's why nobody gon' believe you
You should do what we do, stack chips like
Don't let the intrigue you
'Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper lead you

I'm strictly tryin' to cop those, colossal sized
And papi flip coke outside Delgado's
Mienda, with cash flowin' Sosa
And the Latin tranportin' in the chocha

Stampedin' over, pop Mo's, sober
Lex and Rovers dealin' weight by Minnesota
Avoidin' NARC's wit and Chevy Novas
Stash in the wit this chick named Alona

Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her
But now I only hit chicks that win beauty
Trickin', takin' me skiing, at the Aspens
(C'mon)
Uh, gangsta mental, stay Cristal

Pack a black pistol in the Ac' Coupe dark brown
Pinky-ringin', wit the man singin'
Italian music down the river wit your chick
To my bizzalls, you mad false
hard when you as pussy as RuPaul