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 exploit, heaven 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 they
No cause, with the chrome double 4's
It's the Queens New Yorker a bulletproof parka
In eighty-four, it was Calvins and British
Now I'm sippin Harvey's Bristal with the glock 17
as the sirens to the scene
Tryin to get dough, like Pablo, today, fuck
Seats for carro, as I in Monte Carlo
I got the game to a science, it's the clients
that turn small time hustlers into
Three course meal, for my appetizer
Blowin a geyser, time only makes me wiser
Paraphenalia, and material, the crew imperial
I put the fear in you, beer with two
business properly, form a monopoly
Storefront property, if not, another
I'm forth the effort, murder's the method
The is peppered
Son when I let off you meet your and shepherd
Bloody money gets niggaz and wetted
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 motherfuckin
From to ki's
the triple beam brings to my name
on my motherfuckin brain
Niggaz be scheamin and
but I maintain
Money's on my motherfuckin
Cause money and go hand in hand
It nothin but a game
Money's on my motherfuckin son

Cryin hopin God me for the ones I killed
But still, I dry my eyes with hundred dollar bills
Like McDonald's, makin servin
a Landcruiser now, pulls a ? to Suburban
Stressed out, sittin thinkin past bed
Scared sleep, nightmares about fed time
Diamonds, linens, ostrich and all
Fat shit I'm talkin code cause my tapped
worship me like I'm Jesus
Uncle Sam stand me cause I'm fuckin all his nieces
Cuties every colour, who I wanna next?
Buy a new car, maybe trunk next
Look at the jealousy in the of the roughnecks
Bulletproof glass just in case they wanna 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 Bezn with the rims
Rolex, two carat diamonds with the stone gems
Pockets filled with lucci wallets designed by Gucci
in resteraunts, eatin shrimp, scampi and sushi
Fly minks, with icicles that blink inside links
?, 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 low, hotel suites inside the Flamingo
Just home by the dingos, I step up in em Kangols
up fakin no jacks, cause all my crackshacks are jam packed
My mad stacks, show that I'm on the right track, like
So stand back, cause make whatever it takes
to shake Jakes, and snakes, and bake more 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, of fact
with the shit black, I was young when I did that
There's dope in the Cabanas, cock back the hammers
So niggaz in pajamas get they wigs split like
Stable of hotties, niggaz with shotties bodies
Neighborhood John Gotti with notes than Pavarotti
Yeah, paid as a motherfuckin bank
The Goodfella, I stay a motherfuckin seller

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

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