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

Now what wanna do?
Wanna be Shot-callers?
who be dippin' in the Benz wit the spoilers
On the low the Jake in the Taurus

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

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

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

I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the
carats on my hands wit the cuts
And swim in European
Fuck bein' a nigga

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

your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristal's
Freakin' the reptiles
cream, forest green, Benz jeep
For my team so while you sleep scheme
(That's right)

We see through, why nobody never gon' believe you
You should do what we do, stack like 'Hebrews'
Don't let the melody you
'Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which you

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

Stampedin' over, pop Mo's, never
Lex and Range Rovers weight by Minnesota
NARC's wit camcorders 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 that win beauty pageants
Trickin', they me skiing, at the Aspens
(C'mon)
Uh, gangsta mental, poppin' Cristal

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