Luyện nghe bài hát Money on my Brain

Ninety-five, it live
to make papers, knahmsayin?
Motherfuckin G. Rap and B1
and my motherfuckin man
Just comin with somethin to the brainstem

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It's Big 1 son, Queens is the turf
And I'ma exploit, heaven and earth, for what worth
It's the MC extrordinaire, the glare
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 chrome 4's
It's the Queens New Yorker with a parka
In eighty-four, it was Calvins and British
Now I'm Harvey's Bristal Cream with the glock 17
as the race to the scene
Tryin to get dough, like Pablo, today, tomorrow
Seats for carro, as I recline in Monte
I got the game down to a science, the clients
that turn small time into giants
course meal, waitin for my appetizer
Blowin like a geyser, time only me wiser
Paraphenalia, and material, makes the imperial
I put the fear in you, sippin with two
Handlin properly, form a monopoly
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 deaded and wetted
Don't forget it, the metal and my hand is magnetic

Grimm, B1

I gotta flip these
cause bein broke me insane
Money's on my brain
From O-Z's to
the triple brings fame to my name
Money's on my brain
be scheamin and teamin
but still I
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
Like McDonald's, mills servin
a Landcruiser now, pulls a ? to Suburban
Stressed out, sittin thinkin bed time
Scared can't sleep, nightmares about fed
Diamonds, linens, and all that
Fat shit I'm code cause my phone's tapped
Crackheads 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 Lamborghini next
at the jealousy in the eyes of the roughnecks
Bulletproof glass just in case 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 with lucci wallets designed by Gucci
Parlay in resteraunts, shrimp, scampi and sushi
Fly minks, with icicles that inside cuban links
Lookin ?, brothers stink, got loot like I'm doin
Hundred dollar of chammy, condos in Miami
row seats up at the Grammy's, the broke niggaz can't stand me
Hold the flame low, hotel inside the Flamingo
Just home by the dingos, I step up in em rockin
Straight up fakin no jacks, all my crackshacks are jam packed
My mad stacks, that I'm on the right track, like Amtrak
So stand back, cause I'ma make whatever it
to shake Jakes, and snakes, and bake more snowflake cakes than Drake's
Cut up your grill like I'm the Barber of
Still like bodies are found inside the harbor cause I'm ill
It's war, but no kids are bein kidnapped, matter of fact
with the shit black, I was young when I did that
There's in the Copa Cabanas, cock back the hammers
So niggaz in pajamas get they split like bananas
Stable of hotties, niggaz shotties catchin bodies
John Gotti with more notes than 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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