Luyện nghe bài hát Money on my Brain

Ninety-five, it live
Yeah to papers, knahmsayin?
Kool G. Rap and B1
and my man Grimm
Just comin with somethin to keep the

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It's Big 1 son, Jamaica is the turf
And exploit, heaven and earth, for what it's worth
It's the MC extrordinaire, the jewels
The God is rare, I'm takin back to my lair
I want mines and yours, strippin niggaz to drawers
No probable cause, with the double 4's
It's the Queens New with a bulletproof parka
In eighty-four, it was Calvins and Walkers
Now I'm Harvey's Bristal Cream with the glock 17
as the sirens race to the
to get dough, like Pablo, today, fuck tomorrow
Seats for carro, as I recline in Carlo
I got the game down to a science, the clients
that turn small time into giants
Three course meal, for my appetizer
Blowin a geyser, time only makes me wiser
Paraphenalia, and material, makes the imperial
I put the fear in you, beer with two
Handlin properly, form a monopoly
Storefront property, if not, robbery
I'm forth the effort, murder's the method
The steak is
Son when I let off you your Lord and shepherd
Bloody gets niggaz deaded and wetted
Don't forget it, money's the metal and my is magnetic

Grimm, B1

I gotta flip bricks
bein broke drive me insane
Money's on my motherfuckin
O-Z's to ki's
the triple beam brings fame to my
Money's on my motherfuckin
Niggaz be and teamin
but I maintain
Money's on my brain
Cause money and murder go hand in
It ain't but a game
Money's on my motherfuckin son

Cryin hopin God forgive me for the ones I
But until still, I dry my eyes with dollar bills
Like McDonald's, mills servin
Fuck a Landcruiser now, a ? to Suburban
Stressed out, sittin past bed time
can't sleep, nightmares about fed time
Diamonds, linens, and all that
Fat shit I'm code cause my phone's tapped
Crackheads worship me I'm Jesus
Sam can't stand me cause I'm fuckin all his nieces
Cuties every colour, who I wanna fuck
Buy a new car, maybe Lamborghini trunk
Look at the in the eyes of the roughnecks
Bulletproof glass just in case wanna buck Tecs
A large ratio in game dies
But I'm flippin pies, til the legalize

Grimm, G. Rap (same lines)

[Kool G.
I'm sportin flavors and Timbs, a ninety-five with the chrome rims
Presedential Rolex, two carat diamonds with the gems
filled with lucci leather wallets designed by Gucci
Parlay in resteraunts, eatin shrimp, and sushi
Fly minks, icicles that blink inside cuban links
Lookin ?, stink, got loot like I'm doin banks
dollar bottles of chammy, condos in Miami
Front row seats up at the Grammy's, the broke can't stand me
Hold the flame low, hotel suites inside the
Just home by the dingos, I step up in em rockin
Straight up fakin no jacks, cause all my are jam packed
My mad stacks, show that I'm on the right track, like
So stand back, cause I'ma make whatever it
to shake Jakes, and shoot snakes, and bake more snowflake cakes than
Cut up your grill I'm the Barber of Seville
Still like Gotti are found inside the harbor cause I'm ill
It's war, but no kids are bein kidnapped, matter of fact
ain't 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 wigs split like bananas
Stable of hotties, niggaz with shotties catchin
Neighborhood John with more notes than Pavarotti
Yeah, paid as a bank teller
The Goodfella, I a motherfuckin drug seller

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

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