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 with somethin to keep the

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It's Big 1 son, Jamaica Queens is the
And I'ma exploit, and earth, for what it's worth
It's the MC extrordinaire, the jewels
The God is rare, I'm bitches back to my lair
I want mines and yours, strippin niggaz to drawers
No cause, with the chrome double 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 Cream with the glock 17
as the race to the scene
Tryin to get dough, like Pablo, today, fuck
Seats for carro, as I recline in 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, time makes 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, robbery
I'm puttin forth the effort, murder's the
The is peppered
Son when I let off you meet your Lord and
Bloody money gets niggaz deaded and
forget it, money's the metal and my hand is magnetic

Grimm, B1

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

Cryin God forgive me for the ones I killed
But until still, I dry my with hundred dollar bills
McDonald's, makin mills servin
Fuck a now, pulls a ? to Suburban
Stressed out, thinkin past bed time
Scared can't sleep, nightmares about fed
Diamonds, linens, and all that
Fat shit I'm talkin code cause my phone's
worship me like I'm Jesus
Uncle Sam stand me cause I'm fuckin all his nieces
Cuties every colour, who I wanna fuck
Buy a new car, Lamborghini trunk next
Look at the jealousy in the eyes of the
Bulletproof just in case they wanna buck Tecs
A large 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 with the chrome rims
Presedential Rolex, two carat with the stone gems
Pockets filled with leather wallets designed by Gucci
in resteraunts, eatin 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 niggaz can't me
the flame low, hotel suites inside the Flamingo
Just home by the dingos, I up in em rockin Kangols
Straight up no jacks, cause all my crackshacks are jam packed
My mad stacks, show that I'm on the track, like Amtrak
So stand back, cause make whatever it takes
to shake Jakes, and snakes, and bake more snowflake cakes than Drake's
Cut up your grill I'm the Barber of Seville
Still like Gotti bodies are inside the harbor cause I'm ill
It's war, but no more kids are bein kidnapped, matter of
ain't the shit black, I was young when I did that
There's dope in the Copa Cabanas, cock the hammers
So niggaz in pajamas get wigs split like bananas
Stable of hotties, niggaz with catchin bodies
Neighborhood John Gotti with more notes than
Yeah, paid as a motherfuckin teller
The Goodfella, I stay a motherfuckin drug

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

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