Luyện nghe bài hát Money on my Brain

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

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It's Big 1 son, Jamaica Queens is the
And I'ma exploit, heaven and earth, for what it's
It's the MC extrordinaire, the glare
The God is rare, I'm takin bitches to my lair
I want mines and yours, strippin niggaz to they
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 sippin Harvey's Cream with the glock 17
as the sirens race to the
Tryin to get dough, like Pablo, today, fuck
Seats for carro, as I in Monte Carlo
I got the game down to a science, the clients
that turn small hustlers into 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
business properly, form a monopoly
Storefront property, if not, robbery
I'm puttin forth the effort, the method
The steak is
Son when I let off you meet Lord and shepherd
Bloody gets niggaz deaded and wetted
Don't it, money's the metal and my hand is magnetic

Grimm, B1

I gotta flip these
cause broke drive me insane
Money's on my motherfuckin
From O-Z's to
the beam brings fame to my name
Money's on my motherfuckin
be scheamin and teamin
but I maintain
Money's on my motherfuckin
Cause money and go hand in hand
It ain't nothin but a
Money's on my brain son

Cryin hopin God forgive me for the I killed
But until still, I dry my eyes with hundred bills
Like McDonald's, makin mills
Fuck a Landcruiser now, a ? to Suburban
Stressed out, sittin thinkin past bed
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 every colour, who I wanna fuck
Buy a new car, maybe Lamborghini next
Look at the jealousy in the of the roughnecks
Bulletproof glass just in case they 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 sportin flavors and Timbs, a Bezn with the chrome rims
Presedential Rolex, two carat diamonds the stone gems
Pockets filled with lucci leather wallets by Gucci
in resteraunts, eatin shrimp, scampi and sushi
Fly minks, with icicles that blink inside cuban
?, brothers stink, got loot like I'm doin banks
Hundred dollar bottles of chammy, in Miami
Front row seats up at the Grammy's, the broke niggaz stand me
Hold the flame low, hotel suites the Flamingo
Just home by the dingos, I 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 back, cause I'ma make whatever it takes
to shake Jakes, and shoot snakes, and bake more snowflake cakes Drake's
Cut up grill like I'm the Barber of Seville
Still Gotti bodies are found inside the harbor cause I'm ill
war, but no more kids are bein kidnapped, matter of fact
ain't with the shit black, I was young when I did
There's dope in the Copa Cabanas, cock the hammers
So niggaz in pajamas get they wigs like bananas
Stable of hotties, niggaz shotties catchin bodies
Neighborhood John with more notes than Pavarotti
Yeah, as a motherfuckin bank teller
The Goodfella, I stay a motherfuckin drug

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

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