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

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

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

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

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

I get a fifty bag of ooh for the mutts
Five carats on my wit the cuts
And swim in European
bein' a broke nigga

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

Lost your touch we kept ours, Cristal's
Freakin' the reptiles
Enormous cream, green, Benz jeep
For my team so while you I'ma scheme
(That's right)

We see through, why nobody never gon' believe you
You do what we do, stack chips like 'Hebrews'
let the melody 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' Sosa
And the Latin chick tranportin' in the

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

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

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