Luyện nghe bài hát Money on my Brain

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

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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 glare
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 New Yorker with a bulletproof parka
In eighty-four, it was and British Walkers
Now I'm Harvey's Bristal Cream with the glock 17
as the race to the scene
to get dough, like Pablo, today, fuck tomorrow
Seats for carro, as I recline in Carlo
I got the down to a science, it's the clients
turn small time hustlers into giants
Three meal, waitin for my appetizer
Blowin like a geyser, only makes me wiser
Paraphenalia, and material, the crew imperial
I put the in you, sippin beer with two
Handlin business properly, form a
property, if not, another robbery
I'm puttin the effort, murder's the method
The is peppered
Son when I let off you meet your and shepherd
Bloody money niggaz deaded and wetted
Don't forget it, money's the metal and my is magnetic

Grimm, B1

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

Cryin hopin God forgive me for the ones I
But until still, I dry my eyes with dollar bills
Like McDonald's, makin mills
a Landcruiser now, pulls a ? to Suburban
Stressed out, sittin thinkin past bed
Scared can't sleep, nightmares fed time
Diamonds, linens, ostrich and all
Fat shit I'm talkin code my phone's tapped
worship me like I'm Jesus
Uncle Sam can't stand me cause I'm all his nieces
Cuties colour, who I wanna fuck next?
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 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 with the stone gems
Pockets filled lucci leather wallets designed by Gucci
Parlay in resteraunts, shrimp, scampi and sushi
Fly minks, with icicles that blink 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 niggaz can't me
Hold the flame low, hotel inside the Flamingo
Just home by the dingos, I up in em rockin Kangols
Straight up no jacks, cause all my crackshacks are jam packed
My mad stacks, show that I'm on the right track, like
So stand back, cause I'ma whatever it takes
to shake Jakes, and shoot snakes, and more snowflake cakes than Drake's
Cut up your grill I'm the Barber of Seville
Still like Gotti bodies are found inside the harbor I'm ill
war, but no more kids are bein kidnapped, matter of fact
ain't with the shit black, I was when I did that
There's dope in the Copa Cabanas, cock back the
So niggaz in pajamas get they wigs split bananas
Stable of hotties, niggaz with catchin bodies
Neighborhood Gotti with more notes than Pavarotti
Yeah, paid as a bank teller
The Goodfella, I stay a motherfuckin seller

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

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