Luyện nghe bài hát Where's Our Money?!

Yeah, heh, heh, time y'all
yours truly in the house, you know me
Baldhead Slick, right
That nigga who been puttin' it down for years, spittin'

right, holdin' it down in the streets
Fuck the industry
Switchin' up from sweat and kicks, to gators and slacks
nothin' but pure facts

Plus I got my clip with me time
And we aimin' at head, punk
Ill Kid Records, New duckets
Snatchin' the cheese from under you rats noses

(Ladies and gentlemen)
You know and I know, I drop a verse
When the within my reach, I don't mean to preach
When the mic's within my reach,
Ladies and
When the mic's within my reach I'm like that

Don't base my whole life on loot but sure helps
I it tight like army boots to ensure wealth
I meet everyday that rhyme, they say they rhyme
of them, corny as hell, won't get paid a dime

A lotta these punks, they all sound the
They all lame, fakin' like they down with the game
Against me they'll fail, I'm like the black Frankie
I leave 'em slumped and they body dumped over the

Show me then cut me a fat check
You little are like virgins, you haven't had ass yet
Wet behind the ears while I been darts for years
make me embarrass you in front of your so called peers

Them fools you in the first place, dirt face
Cocksucker thought you had got suck in the worst place
And that's when I attack your
'Cuz I'm a real racketeer, get my money and it back here

It's me homey, Gangsta B
Head Slick poppin' off and thanks to me
Have the check in the mail to the for me
chief 'cuz that's how my behavior be

It's me gettin' stocks and bonds, runnin' lots of dons
Don't buy the if you can't cop the charm
Me and my peeps lots of arms
Where's our money? our money?

(Ladies and gentlemen)
You know and I know, I drop a verse
When the mic's my reach, I don't mean to preach
When the mic's my reach [unverified]
(Ladies and gentlemen)
When the mic's within my reach I'm like that

For the dough, I'll lay you out no remorse
You'll get tossed, legs and limbs lost, for tryna floss
I don't a fuck if you think you're the man
You think I a damn? You better think of a plan

I come through gangbusters to bang and crush ya
'Cuz the fake that you hang with are suckas
One phone call, to you all
Picture me up my new kicks or shoes in a brawl

Any problem the law, I'll beat the case for real
Beat you in the face with steel, leave you so you can't taste or
For the cash, I'll take you out and whole staff
Have you lookin' as hell but I won't laugh

It's overcrowded in this rap game, so I slap lames
Who kick phony lip with their wack
I'm so and so, I'm this and
You get dissed and smacked while I counterfeit stacks

me little homey, Gangsta B
Head Slick poppin' off and it's to me
Have the in the mail to the bank for me
chief 'cuz that's how my behavior be

It's me stocks and bonds, runnin' with lots of dons
buy the chain if you can't cop the charm
Me and my peeps carry lots of
Where's our money? Where's our

(Ladies and gentlemen)
You and I know, I might drop a verse
When the mic's within my reach, I mean to preach
the mic's within my reach [unverified]
(Ladies and gentlemen)
When the within my reach, I'm nice like that [unverified]