Luyện nghe bài hát Just Getting My Money

Just my money
All the in the world wanna ride wit me
Just my money
I'm a playa can't you see

Just my money
all the way what can I say
Just getting my
I'm the prince of the and it sounds this way

myself
As the chief-king Cold
Looking cold the blow
Of wind like a bodyguard

Slick as the
you can thinka
Screw me ya goofy
And then switch ya

Got me all hot when be at me
ta kick off something 'cause I be jazzy
But I trip at all, I keep on macking
Sit relax as my ends keep on stacking

Check it out I
Peeping all the butts
Can I get it on you, can a cut
Of a raw dope party

have you peeped in one hit
Of the key to mack, you freaking
Straight game from the
The fly town, fighting all you fat girls

thousand grammes so act clown
Playas looking faded
that funny, dummy
Yo girl be up the money

Just my money
All the in the world wanna ride wit me
Just getting my
I'm a Chi-town playa you see

getting my money
Mack all the way can I say
Just my money
I'm the of the funk and it sounds this way

Brothers like me you know, I ta ball a bit
Out wit the Conflict and you know we it
My told me there's a gang hanging on the road
Rolling down the window macking on these

creeping peeping to the game but they all the same
Rolling wid me this trying ta get up in yo brain
But I maintain mine and I gotta claim
wid them renegades stepping in between lines

We up the vibes, stepping in the 9-5
Kilo, Cold and the Never wid the Wild Style
Freaks in Deca-T West side and the best
'Cause we put 2 up on ya chest now

Bow down, yo yippee-yay
Crucial got 'em in the barn smoking on hay
But still on to the break a dawn, dawn of the day
As I chill wid the Conflict, getting my money!

Just getting my
All the in the world wanna ride wit me
getting my money
I'm a playa can't you see

getting my money
Mack all the way can I say
Just my money
I'm the of the funk and it sounds this way

Straight for the I be live 4-5 by my side
As I on the funky track bumpin' yo back
In the 'Lac we be snicking a mix like this
Every single day when I my way

'Cause it ain't no thing for me ta chill
Got my in my pocket everything is real
Who is me? is me? Could you be like me?
Creepin' it's the and I'll be sneaking

penetrate my chest when I'm off the cess-sime
Ya see the mack make it
All a y'all we can party all night
Throw ya hands in the put 'em up high

Sweet, beet, good ta eat
Get ya champagne glasses is on me
To all you MCs, indeed, it's the wicked Wild Style
And I'd ta say peace

Just getting my
All the girls in the world ride wit me
Just my money
I'm a Chi-town playa you see

Just getting my
all the way what can I say
Just getting my
I'm the prince of the funk and it sounds way