Luyện nghe bài hát Go Get The Money

[Intro: Yo Gotti & Rick
That boy Zay on the
Maybach

Aye, I'm talkin' Versace
This shit like Versace dream, you know I'm talkin' 'bout?
(Aye, bruh, bring me one of them things they put of they head and shit)
These four got Versace soul (I the gown and all that shit)
Muthafuckin' tea cup, (I'm rockin' them Js though)
I feel in this muthafucka', aye

[Verse 1: Yo
I just got from Dubai (bai)
I'm on these so high (high)
I'm in first class with (two-fifty)
I'm in first Meek Mill (yeah)
Fuck JFK airport, lost my grip Customs (Customs)
Say he had the one in Georgia (what?), he sippin' on that oil (aye)
I been out in Abu Dhabi, this shit got me (spoiled)
They be up head to toe, all they bitches loyal
Wraith, Maybach (skrrt, skrrt), (skrrt), all that (skrrt, skrrt)
Versace, palace, I hope your hoe don't post
I may post a million cash Thursday, that's a throw
No more fun, that bitch boring, I may your hoe back
This a Zay track and I nothin' but yay on it
This that good music, fuck and put 'Ye on it
This a track, I fuck around and put Jay on it
Dope boy, I rock designer my Js on
I'm always rockin' Loubs so I'm always on the red
I don't the news, all this gossip none of my dogs started
Get for a hobby, my living room a lobby
And all my shooters, so honestly I don't know who shot him
You and you rottin', I see these little rappers teamin' up
I they plottin', (brrr) got him

Rick Ross]
Maybach
Go get the money machine, Zay, go get the machine, Zay
Go get the money machine, Zay, plug in the machine, Zay
Plug in the money machine, yay, I need the money machine, yay
We need the machine, yay, go get the money machine, huh
Go get the machine, huh, go get the money machine, huh
Plug in the money machine, huh, I the money machine, Zay
We need the money machine, Zay, we need the money machine, Zay
We need the money machine, Zay, go get the machine, Zay

2: T.I.]
How you think they would pay for your life?
In the trap with the and the yay and the dice
Do it big for my niggas doin' in the struggle
Free Kaep, Meek, middle finger to suckas
We don't hear them motherfuckas, we get rid of
I'm a big dog, bark, you a motherfucka
I get your bitch get dicked down after she get ate like knife in her
Have her screamin' THUG in her
Her face better with my pipe in it
On Percocets and Vicodin, weed and mushrooms
You see the drink is all in the kitchen and the white girls in and dressing room
I finna that shit, is you in or not?
a bag full of money, we'll be in or not
From what I you asked me if I wanna get shot
Shoot somebody do a bid or not

3: Pusha T]
AMG the fo, carbon fiber, peelin' out
Push button, is changin' colors, fuck the ceilin' now
Cookin' powder in a crockpot 'til spillin' out
Million dollar marchin' dope boys, bring my out
'em out, you the plug, spit 'em out
You the hub, 'em out, Palm Island
a house, fly her in, rent her mouth
Center stage, now, send her back
Sweat it out, with a bag, out, yeah!
I would sell dope forever niggas (ever niggas)
Take my chances instead of with you peasant niggas (peasant niggas)
Underwater it back like it's a treasure nigga (treasure nigga)
King Push and Zaytoven, it's niggas

[Chorus: Rick
Go get the machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay
Go get the money machine, Zay, plug in the machine, Zay
Plug in the money machine, yay, I need the money machine, yay
We the money machine, yay, go get the money machine, huh
Go get the machine, huh, go get the money machine, huh
Plug in the money machine, huh, I need the machine, Zay
We need the money machine, zay, we need the money machine, Zay
We need the machine, Zay, go get the money machine, Zay