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

Now y'all 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 Grants like
Yeah the raw deal, three course meals
Spaghetti, fettuccine, and
But still, everything's in the field

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

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

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

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

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

We see through, that's why never gon' believe you
You should do what we do, stack chips 'Hebrews'
let the melody intrigue you
'Cause I leave you, I'm only here for green paper which lead you

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

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

From Daytona, when I was young I 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 that's dark
Pinky-ringin', wit the man singin'
Italian music the river wit your chick clingin'
To my bizzalls, you mad false
Actin' hard when you as as RuPaul