Luyện nghe bài hát Money in the Bank

Money in the bank,
Rocked and but then you rolled and rocked
Money in the bank,
Rocked and rolled but then you and rocked

Listen, you get upset you hear
The Large Professor on your cassette, deck
Expect nothin' soft, 'cause I'll never throw weaker blows
kick you in your ass and your breath'll smell like sneaker soles

Now how's for a fixin'?
You'd better rather go to Roy's, 'cause I kickin' science fiction
I kick a size nine or boot
Chop chumps to stumps, and they remain

The Sheik, I get deep, and always leave with the wet
of my technique, I'm the one you let speak
I crops and props like spinach
I'm vintage, your sums up to a ten inch

My soul brother Van and Pete Rock
Keep the funk until the last beat stops
The man, can't have you leavin' on a stretcher
Probably, have you leavin' in leather, I catch a

From slum rappers but to be frank
I don't give a fuck, I got money in the
Money in the bank,
Rocked and rolled but then you and rocked

in the bank, yeah
Rocked and but then you rolled and rocked
in the bank, yeah
Rocked and rolled but you rolled and rocked

is the stage of triple-X
When you're by your radio, screamin', Freddie Fox goes next
beholdin' the words of a master
Find mental disaster, as I kick it

Whoever opposes me and I feel
Might find their legs bein' by steel
is a brand new year and the penalty is death
So there won't be a lot of left

I grab the mic, and I load it like a four-fifth
Huh, and dare you to riff or sneeze
As I blow you to your knees, have you up
In a corner like a dog hoof in mouth disease

Spittin' blades, cuttin' veins you can't stitch
I got you screamin' a bitch
I your microphone, you can't get it back
Because rap was wack

I'm comin fifty in an armored tank
And money to the bank
Money in the bank,
and rolled but then you rolled and rocked

Money in the bank,
Rocked and but then you rolled and rocked
Money in the bank,
and rolled but then you rolled

Kool G. Rap for first selection, get up on it
To my opponents, let me just demonstrate for a
Crooks gettin' hooked, to my book, just an addiction
Stop your diction you drop, the fiction

Let's get specific you get with it
I'm too and scientific, forget it
Don't even try to it, you're not ready to make hits
You still got a permit

Poppin' that shit, you sit
Here's a word of a third degree burn, so listen and
You're a turn, so you better get, concerned
My challenger, check the

I'm as live as a .45 caliber,
With a silencer, up, suckers I be settin' up
Button up, while I'm cuttin' up, lettin' up
I link up, with suckers with raps that shrank
sonny, I'm takin money to the bank

Money in the bank,
Rocked and rolled but you rolled and rocked
Money in the bank,
Rocked and rolled but you rolled and rocked
in the bank, yeah
Rocked and but then you rolled and rocked

One in the chamber, in the clip
Pull out a razor, watch your book rip
It's ant Live, liver and deliveries get
With G. Rap, and we're the sole

MC's wanna try me, but can't escape, my
Too much, caught in the ropes, double dutch
You wanna run up, you run up light
'Cause like a whorehouse shippin' out tonight

me I ain't goin' out like a brick parachute
Or a fruit, or a guy wears Brut
Cologne, I'm prone, so leave me alone
I'm to set fire to the microphone

And the mic so hot you need potholders for this
Due to burnt wires it's
Yo Ant Live suckers walk off the plank
Not now, I'm money to the bank

Money in the bank,
in the bank, yeah
Money in the bank,
in the bank, yeah
Money in the bank,
in the bank, yeah