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 with somethin to keep the brainstem

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It's Big 1 son, Queens 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 bitches back to my lair
I want mines and yours, strippin niggaz to they
No probable cause, with the chrome 4's
It's the New Yorker with a bulletproof parka
In eighty-four, it was Calvins and Walkers
Now I'm sippin Harvey's Bristal Cream with the 17
as the sirens to the scene
Tryin to get dough, like Pablo, today, tomorrow
for carro, as I recline in Monte Carlo
I got the down to a science, it's the clients
that turn small time into giants
Three meal, waitin for my appetizer
Blowin like a geyser, time only makes me
Paraphenalia, and material, makes the crew
I put the in you, sippin beer with two
business properly, form a monopoly
Storefront property, if not, another
I'm forth the effort, murder's the method
The steak is
Son when I let off you meet your Lord and
money gets niggaz deaded and wetted
Don't forget it, money's the and my hand is magnetic

Grimm, B1

I flip these bricks
cause broke drive me insane
on my motherfuckin brain
From to ki's
the beam brings fame to my name
Money's on my brain
be scheamin and teamin
but still I
Money's on my brain
Cause money and 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 until still, I dry my eyes with dollar bills
Like McDonald's, mills servin
a Landcruiser now, pulls a ? to Suburban
Stressed out, sittin thinkin past bed
Scared can't sleep, nightmares fed time
Diamonds, linens, and all that
Fat I'm talkin code cause my phone's tapped
Crackheads worship me like I'm
Sam can't stand me cause I'm fuckin all his nieces
Cuties every colour, who I fuck next?
Buy a new car, maybe Lamborghini next
Look at the in the eyes of the roughnecks
Bulletproof glass just in they wanna buck Tecs
A large ratio in this dies
But I'm pies, til the Senate legalize

Grimm, G. Rap (same lines)

[Kool G.
I'm sportin flavors and Timbs, a ninety-five Bezn the chrome rims
Presedential Rolex, two carat diamonds the stone gems
Pockets filled lucci leather wallets designed by Gucci
Parlay in resteraunts, eatin shrimp, scampi and
Fly minks, with icicles that blink 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 home by the dingos, I up in em rockin Kangols
up fakin no jacks, cause all my crackshacks are jam packed
My mad stacks, that I'm on the right track, like Amtrak
So stand back, cause I'ma whatever it takes
to shake Jakes, and snakes, and bake more snowflake cakes than Drake's
Cut up your grill like I'm the Barber of
Still Gotti bodies are found inside the harbor cause I'm ill
It's war, but no more kids are bein kidnapped, matter of
ain't with the black, I was young when I did that
dope in the Copa Cabanas, cock back the hammers
So niggaz in pajamas get they split like bananas
Stable of hotties, niggaz with shotties catchin
Neighborhood John Gotti with more notes 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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