Luyện nghe bài hát Money on my Brain

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

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It's Big 1 son, Queens is the turf
And I'ma exploit, heaven and earth, for what it's
the MC extrordinaire, the jewels glare
The God is rare, I'm takin bitches back to my
I mines and yours, strippin niggaz to they drawers
No probable cause, with the chrome 4's
the Queens New Yorker with a bulletproof parka
In eighty-four, it was and British Walkers
Now I'm sippin Harvey's Bristal Cream with the 17
as the sirens race to the
Tryin to get dough, like Pablo, today, tomorrow
Seats for carro, as I recline in Carlo
I got the game down to a science, it's the
that turn small time into giants
course meal, waitin for my appetizer
Blowin like a geyser, time only me wiser
Paraphenalia, and material, the crew imperial
I put the fear in you, beer with two
Handlin business properly, form a
Storefront property, if not, another
I'm puttin forth the effort, the method
The steak is
Son when I let off you your Lord and shepherd
Bloody gets niggaz deaded and wetted
forget it, money's the metal and my hand is magnetic

Grimm, B1

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

Cryin hopin God forgive me for the I killed
But until still, I dry my eyes with dollar bills
Like McDonald's, makin servin
a Landcruiser now, pulls a ? to Suburban
Stressed out, sittin thinkin bed time
Scared can't sleep, about 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 they wanna buck
A large ratio in game dies
But I'm pies, til the Senate legalize

Grimm, G. Rap (same lines)

[Kool G.
I'm sportin and Timbs, a ninety-five Bezn with the chrome rims
Presedential Rolex, two carat diamonds with the gems
filled with lucci leather wallets designed by Gucci
Parlay in resteraunts, shrimp, scampi and sushi
Fly minks, with that blink inside cuban links
?, brothers stink, got loot like I'm doin banks
Hundred dollar of chammy, condos in Miami
Front row seats up at the Grammy's, the broke can't stand me
Hold the flame low, hotel inside the Flamingo
Just by the dingos, I step up in em rockin Kangols
Straight up fakin no jacks, cause all my are jam packed
My mad stacks, show I'm on the right track, like Amtrak
So stand back, cause I'ma make whatever it
to shake Jakes, and snakes, and bake more snowflake cakes than Drake's
Cut up your grill like I'm the of Seville
Still like Gotti bodies are found the harbor cause I'm ill
It's war, but no more kids are kidnapped, matter of fact
ain't with the shit black, I was young 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, with shotties catchin bodies
Neighborhood John Gotti with more 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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