Luyện nghe bài hát Money on my Brain

Ninety-five, keep it
to make papers, knahmsayin?
Motherfuckin G. Rap and B1
and my motherfuckin man
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
the MC extrordinaire, the jewels glare
The God is rare, I'm takin back to my lair
I mines and yours, strippin niggaz to they drawers
No probable cause, with the double 4's
It's the Queens New Yorker with a bulletproof
In eighty-four, it was and British Walkers
Now I'm Harvey's Bristal Cream with the glock 17
as the sirens 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, 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, the crew imperial
I put the in you, sippin beer with two
Handlin properly, form a monopoly
property, if not, another robbery
I'm forth the effort, murder's the method
The steak is
Son when I let off you your Lord and shepherd
Bloody money gets niggaz and wetted
Don't forget it, money's the metal and my hand is

Grimm, B1

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

Cryin hopin God forgive me for the ones I
But until still, I dry my eyes with dollar bills
Like McDonald's, makin servin
Fuck a Landcruiser now, a ? to Suburban
Stressed out, sittin thinkin past bed
Scared can't sleep, nightmares about fed
Diamonds, linens, ostrich and all
Fat shit I'm code cause my phone's tapped
worship me like I'm Jesus
Uncle Sam can't stand me I'm fuckin all his nieces
Cuties colour, who I wanna fuck next?
Buy a new car, Lamborghini trunk next
Look at the in the eyes of the roughnecks
Bulletproof glass just in case wanna buck Tecs
A large ratio in this game
But I'm flippin pies, til the legalize

Grimm, G. Rap (same lines)

[Kool G.
I'm sportin flavors and Timbs, a ninety-five Bezn with the chrome
Rolex, two carat diamonds with the stone gems
Pockets with lucci leather wallets designed by Gucci
Parlay in resteraunts, eatin shrimp, and sushi
Fly minks, with icicles that blink cuban links
Lookin ?, brothers stink, got like I'm doin banks
dollar bottles of chammy, condos in Miami
Front row seats up at the Grammy's, the broke can't stand me
the flame low, hotel suites inside the Flamingo
Just home by the dingos, I step up in em rockin
up fakin no jacks, cause all my crackshacks are jam packed
My mad stacks, show that I'm on the track, like Amtrak
So stand back, I'ma 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 Gotti bodies are found inside the cause I'm ill
It's war, but no more are bein kidnapped, matter of fact
ain't with the black, I was young when I did that
There's dope in the Copa Cabanas, cock the hammers
So in pajamas get they wigs split like bananas
Stable of hotties, niggaz with catchin bodies
Neighborhood John with more notes than Pavarotti
Yeah, paid as a motherfuckin bank
The Goodfella, I stay a drug seller

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

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