Luyện nghe bài hát Get Money

Yeah, yeah, I get it
I run rap shit, now guess who's back
You I left you, now why would I do that?
(1, 2, 3)

They on sayin' the same rappers are the best
Jay-Z and Kanye West, they're just tryna distract it
From the that I'm comin' back
Or maybe it's 'cause I ain't black, maybe it's because of

Maybe it's because I'm the sellin' artist in rap
While I'm sittin' back in my office, jackin' off to my
I'm still sick, how can I be sick long
And I'm alive, Magic Johnson arise
I thrive on makin' my think that I've died

That's when I just pop up outta
Oh yeah, there we go
Damn I forgot how much he got
On the beach of
But your man don't lay in the sun I don't tan, I burn, blood clot

When you learn how much money we've earned
How does it feel to know I in this game at 25
And coulda retired at 29 in my 20s
And Fif' here to lick on Coca-Cola shit
And he even gotta look at coke to even hold a brick

No more, oh boy, goddamn did he
To go from sellin' bags to bottles right out the
And Shady hit the box man, he knocked the socks off us
My is set for life, you profitless cocksuckers

So stay the off us, we make pay
I'm just a super easy MC, okay?
Til I the word has been, that's when I start spazzin'
Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass

I'm the best thing that happened to rap, bastards
I'm a blonde Dre, now Kanye's glasses