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 with somethin to the brainstem

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It's Big 1 son, Jamaica Queens is the
And I'ma exploit, heaven and earth, for it's worth
It's the MC extrordinaire, the glare
The God is rare, I'm takin back to my lair
I want mines and yours, niggaz to they drawers
No probable cause, the chrome double 4's
It's the Queens New Yorker with a parka
In eighty-four, it was Calvins and Walkers
Now I'm sippin Harvey's Bristal Cream with the 17
as the sirens to the scene
Tryin to get dough, like Pablo, today, fuck
Seats for carro, as I recline in Monte
I got the game to a science, it's the clients
turn small time hustlers into giants
Three meal, waitin for my appetizer
Blowin like a geyser, time only me wiser
Paraphenalia, and material, makes the crew
I put the fear in you, sippin with two
business properly, form a monopoly
Storefront property, if not, another
I'm puttin the effort, murder's the method
The steak is
Son when I let off you meet Lord and shepherd
Bloody money niggaz deaded and wetted
Don't forget it, money's the metal and my hand is

Grimm, B1

I gotta these bricks
cause bein broke me insane
Money's on my brain
From to ki's
the triple brings fame to my name
on my motherfuckin brain
Niggaz be and teamin
but I maintain
on my motherfuckin brain
Cause money and murder go in hand
It ain't nothin but a
Money's on my brain son

Cryin God forgive me for the ones I killed
But still, I dry my eyes with hundred dollar bills
Like McDonald's, makin mills
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 talkin code cause my phone's
Crackheads me like I'm Jesus
Uncle Sam can't me cause I'm fuckin all his nieces
every colour, who I wanna fuck next?
Buy a new car, maybe Lamborghini trunk
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 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 diamonds with the stone gems
filled with lucci leather wallets designed by Gucci
Parlay in resteraunts, eatin shrimp, scampi and
Fly minks, with icicles blink inside cuban links
Lookin ?, stink, got loot like I'm doin banks
Hundred bottles of chammy, condos in Miami
Front row seats up at the Grammy's, the niggaz can't stand me
Hold the flame low, suites inside the Flamingo
Just by the dingos, I step up in em rockin Kangols
Straight up fakin no jacks, cause all my crackshacks are jam
My mad stacks, show that I'm on the right track, like
So stand back, cause make whatever it takes
to shake Jakes, and shoot snakes, and bake more snowflake than Drake's
Cut up your like I'm the Barber of Seville
Still like Gotti bodies are found inside the harbor I'm ill
It's war, but no more kids are kidnapped, matter of fact
ain't with the shit black, I was young when I did
There's dope in the Cabanas, cock back the hammers
So niggaz in pajamas get they wigs like bananas
Stable of hotties, niggaz with catchin bodies
Neighborhood John with more notes than Pavarotti
Yeah, paid as a bank teller
The Goodfella, I a motherfuckin drug seller

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

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