Luyện nghe bài hát I Check My Bank

I'm off domes with a baseball bat
Forty Magnum choice of gat
Mercury tip up my clip
I can shoot him in the or I can get him in the hip
but boom look at all the runnin out the room
Just another causin doom
No I bang but I like to wound... my enemy
Who is the enemy I'm you asked
Any motherfucker in my path
Got a Bentley Turbo now you wanna
but remember, Mack is strapped
And when you're platinum, niggaz start
Record companies you're missin
But I'm back *clap (gunfire)*
I'm back clap (gunfire)*
I'm back and I got a bigger gat *click
Now the positive rhymes is
And I'm positively that dome
You might want mine but you get mine
Rather put a hot right up in your behind
I'm not the nigga that you recoup
And I don't wear a Giorgio
but I'm down for my business so please don't
You about my lawfirm's rep, I check my bank

Chorus: DJ and Sir Mix-a-Lot

"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! I am, rich"
Checkin my
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! I am, rich"
checks my bank
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! I am, rich"
checkin my bank
"Cash money, cash-cash-cash-cash.... money"

In the I look like a dope man
cause I'm paid, and I'm up to no man
And in the rap I gets no respect
cause I'm more bank than the Heat check
I'm a pimp and my hoe is the system
Uncle Sam might I just dissed him
But nah I'm just straight facts
You be a mack, or you get macked
Some of the jealous wanna roll on the
But this HK's keepin em
Cause I duck them deuce treys at point blank range
gunfire* Attitudes get changed
I'm making these dividends
and every motherfucker my friend
And I check my back I count my snaps
And niggaz snatch get slapped
wanna roll, that's cool
but I'm not to be played fool
Some niggaz a brother with money is slippin
but be down, so quit trippin
My goal, to increase the of this bank
I hold, and up the brothers whose down
to roll, and keep all the shit under my
That's how I'm livin, I check my

Chorus: DJ

"Cash money, cash-cash.. money"
"Clockin more than Chase Manhattan"
2X*

I check my bank *DJ starts scratch*
Punish! "Cash money"

A word to the cops, I can't be
A to my enemies, I don't drop props
A to the Klan, I don't pick crops
You can run up with your whip but just run up and get popped
A to the Tipper, rap won't fall
A word to the bourgeoise, fuck all
A word to Apartheid you to fall
You can kill a couple but you'll never get us all
Straight laced what I'm poppin at the new jacks
Mack niggaz like to snatch fat sacks
I used to be with my rhymes, and now I drop dimes
*Beastie Boys "What's the time?"*
It's time to get paid in the G
Recession never stopped a like me
I'm breakin no laws but I'm livin on
Puttin to bed
Business, straight in dead presidents
like sellin dope, but the money ain't bent
The game is stiff, but I'ma get
My set is a sign, I check my bank

Yup, my bank, fool, ha ha
Yup, I check my bank,
Straight my bank
C'mon Punish! *DJ Punisher scratchin*
Punish em! em!
these DJ's what time it is Punish
Peace out y'all, and I'm checkin my
I my bank
I checks my bank, straight clown
Checkin my
I my bank!