Luyện nghe bài hát Money on my Brain

Ninety-five, it live
to make papers, knahmsayin?
Motherfuckin G. Rap and B1
and my man Grimm
Just comin 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, niggaz to they drawers
No cause, with the chrome 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 Bristal Cream the glock 17
as the sirens to the scene
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 time hustlers into giants
Three course meal, waitin for my
Blowin like a geyser, time makes me wiser
Paraphenalia, and material, makes the crew
I put the fear in you, sippin with two
Handlin business properly, form a
Storefront property, if not, robbery
I'm forth the effort, murder's the method
The is peppered
Son I let off you meet your 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 these bricks
cause bein broke me insane
Money's on my brain
From to ki's
the triple beam brings fame to my
on my motherfuckin brain
Niggaz be scheamin and
but still I
on my motherfuckin brain
Cause money and murder go hand in
It ain't nothin but a
Money's on my motherfuckin son

Cryin hopin God forgive me for the I killed
But still, I dry my eyes with hundred dollar bills
Like McDonald's, makin mills
a Landcruiser now, pulls a ? to Suburban
Stressed out, sittin past bed time
can't sleep, nightmares about 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 me cause I'm fuckin 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 they wanna buck Tecs
A ratio in this game dies
But I'm flippin pies, til the Senate

Grimm, G. Rap (same lines)

[Kool G.
I'm sportin flavors and Timbs, a ninety-five Bezn with the rims
Presedential Rolex, two diamonds with the stone gems
Pockets filled with leather wallets designed by Gucci
Parlay in resteraunts, eatin shrimp, and sushi
Fly minks, icicles that blink inside cuban links
?, brothers stink, got loot like I'm doin banks
Hundred dollar bottles of chammy, condos in
Front row up at the Grammy's, the broke niggaz can't stand me
Hold the low, hotel suites inside the Flamingo
home by the dingos, I step up in em rockin Kangols
Straight up fakin no jacks, all my crackshacks are jam packed
My mad stacks, show that I'm on the right track, like
So stand back, 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
It's war, but no 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, back the hammers
So niggaz in pajamas get they wigs like bananas
Stable of hotties, niggaz with shotties catchin
Neighborhood John Gotti with more notes Pavarotti
Yeah, paid as a motherfuckin bank
The Goodfella, I a motherfuckin drug seller

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

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