Luyện nghe bài hát Just Getting My Money

Just my money
All the girls in the world ride wit me
getting my money
I'm a Chi-town can't you see

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

Introducing
As the Cold Hard
Looking cold like the
Of wind smoke like a

Slick as the
you can thinka
Screw me ya goofy
And I'll switch ya

Got me all hot when be at me
Tryin' ta kick off something I be jazzy
But I don't at all, I keep on macking
Sit back relax as my ends keep on

it out I strut
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, have you
Straight game from the
The fly town, stop fighting all you fat

I'ma thousand grammes so act
Playas hated looking
Ain't that funny,
Yo girl be giving up the

Just getting my
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 my money
I'm the prince of the and it sounds this way

Brothers me you know, I have ta ball a bit
Out wit the Conflict and you know we it
My fellas me there's a gang hanging on the road
Rolling down the window on these 3-0-4's

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause it no thing for me ta just chill
Got my money in my pocket is real
Who is me? What is me? Could you be me?
Creepin' it's the weekend and be sneaking

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

Sweet, beet, enough ta eat
Get ya champagne drink is on me
To all you MCs, playas indeed, the wicked Wild Style
And I'd like ta say

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

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