Luyện nghe bài hát Money In The Bank

featuring Ant Live, Foxxx, Large Professor
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but you rolled and rocked"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you and rocked"
Professor]

You get upset, you hear the Large Professor
on your girl's cassette, deck,
comin soft, cause I'll never throw weaker blows
I'll you in your [ass] and your breath'll smell like sneaker soles
Now how's that for a
You'd better rather go to Roy's, cause I ain't kickin fiction
I a size nine sneaker or boot
Chop chumps to stumps, and they mi-nute
The Sheik, I get deep, and always leave with the wet
of my technique, I'm the one you let speak
I collect crops and props spinach
I'm vintage, single sums up to a ten inch
My soul Van Paul and Pete Rock
keep the funk until the last beat stops
The man, can't have you leavin on a stretcher
Probably, you leavin in leather, I catch a body
wreckin slum rappers, but to be frank
I give a [fuck] I got money in the bank
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but you rolled and rocked"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but you rolled and rocked"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you and rocked"
Foxxx]
This is the stage of
when you're sittin by your radio, screamin, "Freddie goes next"
Those beholdin the of a master
find disaster, as I kick it faster
Whoever opposes me, and what I
might find legs bein replaced by steel
is a brand new year, and the penalty is death
so there won't be a lot of suckers
I grab the mic, and I load it like a long
huh, and dare you to
or even sneeze as I blow you to your knees, you curled up
in a corner like a dog, with in mouth disease
Spittin blades, cuttin veins you can't stitch
I got you screamin a [bitch]
I took microphone, you can't get it back
your rap was wack
I'm comin strong in an armored tank
and money to the bank
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but you rolled and rocked"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but you rolled and rocked"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but you ro.. rolled.."
G. Rap]
Kool G. Rap for your selection, get up on it
To my opponents, let me demonstrate for a minute
Crooks gettin hooked, to my book, like an addiction
Stop your diction you drop, the science
Let's get you can't get with it
I'm too and scientific, forget it
don't even try to limp it, you're not ready to make
You still got a learner's
Poppin [shit], you better sit
Here's a word, of a third burn, so listen and learn
You're missin a turn, so you better get,
my challenger, the calendar
I'm as as a .45 caliber, Colt
with a silencer, wettin up, I be settin up
Button up, while I'm cuttin up, lettin up
I don't link up, with with raps that shrank
Thanks sonny, I'm money to the bank
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you and rocked"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you and rocked"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but you rolled and rocked"
[Ant
One in the chamber, eight in the
Pull out a razor, watch your rhyme rip
It's Ant Live, liver and deliveries get
with G. Rap, and the sole survivors
wanna try me, but can't escape, my clutch
Too much, caught in the ropes, like double
You wanna run up, you better run up
Cause like a whorehouse out [pussy] tonight
Believe me I goin out like a brick parachute
or a fruit, or a guy that Brut
cologne, I'm prone, so leave me alone
I'm to set fire to the microphone
and leave the mic so hot you need for this
Due to burnt wires cordless
(Yo Ant Live suckers walk off the plank)
Not now, I'm takin money to the
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"