Luyện nghe bài hát Money Don't Own Me

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

Heaven,
The dangerous dynamite dosage, mind full of
Digital brain is the to Moses
came, the flame inside the holster
Revitalize the game, the on the poster

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

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

I implement the instrument, the 10 percent
You entered the square but you don't know where the circle
You ain't the cent, you cursed, I birthed the Prince
the baby from creators that the nurses sent

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

My woman and my money own me
got to keep holdin my own

It's time to show you how them rugged MC's
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 Cost

nobody do it better than the West Coast veteran
Three six letterman, the name
Black Knights the gang, I'll ignite the
Strike my hood up on the wall and cross out name

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

my technique, strictly gangsta classics
Gun talk nigga, theatrics
My flow is matchless, ain't no way you surpass this
Level I'm on, go home and try to practice

Why yes, am I next to
D T S, the best, no cess
Stress from guess to press
The quest to protest, we head the
But this is the new improved
'08 the AMG, '92, bitch

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

holdin, keep holdin
Keep holdin, holdin, no