Luyện nghe bài hát Money Don't Own Me

My and my money don't own me
got to keep holdin my own

Heaven,
The dynamite dosage, mind full of explosives
brain is the closest to Moses
Civilizin came, the inside the holster
Revitalize the game, the name's on the

The mask with no cape, the flash'll grapes
The dancer on the lap, the ass with no
shaped like an ace, say your grace before you taste it
Haste waste, slow down or you may waste it

The bunny in the car look an Indian squall
The in the jar, the money's in the bra
It's ha ha ha, how dummies, ha ha ha
Think we call 'em sunny they can be a star

I implement the instrument, disintegrate the 10
You entered the square but you know where the circle went
You worth the cent, you cursed, I birthed the Prince
Drenched the baby from creators that the nurses

You can't still convent, don't have seven
Grave the raven, my birds are heaven
Where the brethren went? Where the went?
I told you these words are heaven

My and my money don't own me
I've got to keep my own

It's time to show you how them rugged rock
If that's steel you see, it's steel I pop
If that Benz I want, that Benz I got
Who rock them white tees first, get a West props

Can't nobody do it than the West Coast veteran
Three six letterman, the name
Knights the gang, I'll ignite the flames
Strike my hood up on the and cross out your name

With a K on the end of it, won't be the end of it
'Til them guns is drawn and you on the end of it
Poof be gone, I'ma write that
I'm the all by myself, nobody writes my song

Peep my technique, strictly classics
Gun nigga, muthafuck theatrics
My flow is matchless, ain't no way you could this
Level I'm on, better go home and try to

Why yes, am I to impress
D T S, the best, no cess
Stress from guess to gold
The quest to protest, we the Pro-Keds
But this is the new shit
'08 the AMG, '92, bitch

My woman and my money own me
I've got to holdin my own

Keep holdin, holdin
holdin, keep holdin, no