Luyện nghe bài hát Money on my Brain

Ninety-five, it live
Yeah to make papers,
Motherfuckin G. Rap and B1
and my man Grimm
Just comin somethin to keep the brainstem

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It's Big 1 son, Jamaica is the turf
And I'ma exploit, heaven and earth, for what worth
It's the MC extrordinaire, the glare
The God is rare, I'm takin bitches back to my
I want and yours, strippin niggaz to they drawers
No probable cause, with the double 4's
It's the Queens New with a bulletproof parka
In eighty-four, it was and British Walkers
Now I'm sippin Harvey's Cream with the glock 17
as the race to the scene
Tryin to get dough, Pablo, today, fuck tomorrow
Seats for carro, as I recline in Monte
I got the game to a science, it's the clients
that turn small time hustlers giants
course meal, waitin for my appetizer
Blowin like a geyser, only makes me wiser
Paraphenalia, and material, makes the imperial
I put the fear in you, sippin with two
Handlin properly, form a monopoly
property, if not, another robbery
I'm puttin forth the effort, the method
The is peppered
Son when I let off you meet your Lord and
money gets niggaz deaded and wetted
Don't forget it, money's the and my hand is magnetic

Grimm, B1

I gotta these bricks
cause bein broke drive me
Money's on my motherfuckin
From O-Z's to
the triple beam brings fame to my
Money's on my brain
Niggaz be and teamin
but still I
Money's on my motherfuckin
Cause money and murder go in hand
It nothin but a game
Money's on my brain son

Cryin hopin God forgive me for the I killed
But still, I dry my eyes with hundred dollar bills
Like McDonald's, mills servin
Fuck a Landcruiser now, pulls a ? to
Stressed out, sittin thinkin bed time
Scared can't sleep, nightmares fed time
Diamonds, linens, ostrich and all
Fat shit I'm talkin cause my phone's tapped
Crackheads worship me I'm Jesus
Uncle Sam can't stand me cause I'm fuckin all his
Cuties colour, who I wanna fuck next?
Buy a new car, maybe trunk next
Look at the jealousy in the of the roughnecks
Bulletproof glass just in case they buck Tecs
A large ratio in this dies
But I'm pies, til the Senate legalize

Grimm, G. Rap (same lines)

[Kool G.
I'm sportin flavors and Timbs, a ninety-five Bezn the chrome rims
Presedential Rolex, two diamonds with the stone gems
Pockets filled lucci leather wallets designed by Gucci
Parlay in resteraunts, eatin shrimp, scampi and
Fly minks, with icicles that blink inside links
Lookin ?, brothers stink, got loot like I'm banks
dollar bottles of chammy, condos in Miami
Front row up at the Grammy's, the broke niggaz can't stand me
Hold the low, hotel suites inside the Flamingo
home by the dingos, I step up in em rockin Kangols
Straight up fakin no jacks, cause all my crackshacks are jam
My mad stacks, show that I'm on the right track, like
So stand back, cause make whatever it takes
to shake Jakes, and shoot snakes, and bake snowflake cakes than Drake's
Cut up your grill like I'm the Barber of
Still like bodies are found inside the harbor cause I'm ill
It's war, but no kids are bein kidnapped, matter of fact
with the shit black, I was young when I did that
There's in the Copa Cabanas, cock back the hammers
So niggaz in pajamas get they wigs split bananas
Stable of hotties, niggaz with shotties catchin
Neighborhood John Gotti with notes than Pavarotti
Yeah, as a motherfuckin bank teller
The Goodfella, I a motherfuckin drug seller

Grimm, G. Rap, B1 (G and B alternate)

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