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

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

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

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

On your Hot 9-7 everyday, 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 swim in European
Fuck a broke nigga

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

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

We see through, that's why nobody never gon' you
You do what we do, stack chips like 'Hebrews'
Don't let the intrigue you
'Cause I leave you, I'm here for that green paper which lead you

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

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

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

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