Luyện nghe bài hát Money on my Brain

Ninety-five, it live
Yeah to make papers,
Kool 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 exploit, heaven and earth, for what it's worth
It's the MC extrordinaire, the jewels
The God is rare, I'm takin back to my lair
I want mines and yours, strippin niggaz to they
No probable cause, with the double 4's
It's the Queens New Yorker with a parka
In eighty-four, it was and British Walkers
Now I'm sippin Bristal Cream with the glock 17
as the sirens to the scene
Tryin to get dough, Pablo, today, fuck tomorrow
Seats for carro, as I in Monte Carlo
I got the down to a science, it's the clients
that turn small time hustlers into
Three meal, waitin for my appetizer
Blowin a geyser, time only makes me wiser
Paraphenalia, and material, makes the imperial
I put the fear in you, sippin with two
Handlin business properly, a monopoly
Storefront property, if not, another
I'm puttin forth the effort, murder's the
The steak is
Son when I let off you meet your Lord and
Bloody money gets deaded and wetted
Don't forget it, the metal and my hand is magnetic

Grimm, B1

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

Cryin God forgive me for the ones I killed
But until still, I dry my eyes with dollar bills
Like McDonald's, mills servin
Fuck a Landcruiser now, pulls a ? to
Stressed out, sittin past bed time
Scared can't sleep, nightmares about fed
Diamonds, linens, and all that
Fat shit I'm talkin cause my phone's tapped
Crackheads worship me like I'm
Uncle Sam can't stand me cause I'm all his nieces
Cuties every colour, who I fuck next?
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 large 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 ninety-five Bezn with the chrome
Presedential Rolex, two diamonds with the stone gems
Pockets with lucci leather wallets designed by Gucci
Parlay in resteraunts, eatin shrimp, scampi and
Fly minks, with icicles that blink cuban links
Lookin ?, brothers stink, got loot like I'm banks
Hundred dollar bottles of chammy, in Miami
Front row seats up at the Grammy's, the niggaz can't stand me
Hold the flame low, hotel suites the Flamingo
Just home by the dingos, I step up in em rockin
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 shoot snakes, and bake snowflake cakes than Drake's
Cut up your like I'm the Barber of Seville
Still like 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 shit black, I was when I did that
dope in the Copa Cabanas, cock back the hammers
So niggaz in get they wigs split like bananas
Stable of hotties, niggaz shotties catchin bodies
Neighborhood John Gotti with more notes Pavarotti
Yeah, as a motherfuckin bank teller
The Goodfella, I stay a motherfuckin seller

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

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