Luyện nghe bài hát Money on my Brain

Ninety-five, keep it
Yeah to papers, knahmsayin?
Motherfuckin G. Rap and B1
and my motherfuckin man
Just with 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 it's worth
the MC extrordinaire, the jewels glare
The God is rare, I'm takin bitches to my lair
I want mines and yours, strippin niggaz to they
No probable cause, the chrome double 4's
It's the Queens New Yorker with a bulletproof
In eighty-four, it was Calvins and Walkers
Now I'm sippin Harvey's Bristal with the glock 17
as the race to the scene
Tryin to get dough, like Pablo, today, fuck
Seats for carro, as I recline in Monte
I got the game to a science, it's the clients
that small time hustlers into giants
Three course meal, waitin for my
Blowin like a geyser, time only makes me
Paraphenalia, and material, makes the imperial
I put the in you, sippin beer with two
business properly, form a monopoly
Storefront property, if not, robbery
I'm puttin the effort, murder's the method
The is peppered
Son when I let off you meet your Lord and
Bloody money gets niggaz and wetted
Don't it, money's the metal and my hand is magnetic

Grimm, B1

I gotta flip bricks
cause bein broke me insane
Money's on my motherfuckin
O-Z's to ki's
the triple beam brings to my name
Money's on my brain
Niggaz be and teamin
but I maintain
on my motherfuckin brain
Cause and murder go hand in hand
It ain't 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
McDonald's, makin mills servin
Fuck a Landcruiser now, pulls a ? to
Stressed out, thinkin past bed time
Scared can't sleep, nightmares fed time
Diamonds, linens, ostrich and all
Fat I'm talkin code cause my phone's tapped
Crackheads me like I'm Jesus
Uncle Sam can't stand me cause I'm all his nieces
every colour, who I wanna fuck next?
Buy a new car, Lamborghini trunk next
at the jealousy in the eyes of the roughnecks
Bulletproof glass just in case they wanna buck
A ratio in this game dies
But I'm pies, til the Senate legalize

Grimm, G. Rap (same lines)

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

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

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