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

Now what wanna do?
Wanna be ballers?
Brawlers who be dippin' in the wit the spoilers
On the low from the in the Taurus

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

And what you have now, leave in your will
But knock me for tryin' to bury
Seven zeros, over in Rio
Ain't hero, but I wanna be heard

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

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

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

Lost touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristal's
the three-quarter reptiles
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 melody you
'Cause I you, I'm only here for that green paper which lead you

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

over, pop Mo's, never sober
Lex and Range dealin' weight by Minnesota
Avoidin' wit camcorders and Chevy Novas
Stash in the buildin' wit chick named Alona

From Daytona, when I was young I wants to her
But now I hit chicks that win beauty pageants
Trickin', they me skiing, at the Aspens
(C'mon)
Uh, gangsta mental, stay poppin'

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