Luyện nghe bài hát I Check My Bank

I'm peelin off with a baseball bat
Forty four choice of gat
Mercury tip up my clip
I can shoot him in the or I can get him in the hip
but boom at all the niggaz runnin out the room
another soldier causin doom
No I don't bang but I to wound... my enemy
Who is the enemy I'm you asked
Any motherfucker standin in my
Got a Bentley Turbo now you jack
but remember, Mack is strapped
And when platinum, niggaz start dissin
Record think you're missin
But I'm *clap clap (gunfire)*
I'm *clap clap (gunfire)*
I'm back and I got a bigger gat BOOM*
Now the positive is onnnn
And I'm positively hittin dome
You might mine but you can't get mine
Rather put a hot nine up in your behind
I'm not the that you wanna recoup
And I don't wear a Giorgio
but I'm for my business so please don't step
You heard about my lawfirm's rep, I check my

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

Chorus: DJ

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

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

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

Yup, my bank, fool, ha ha
Yup, I my bank, sheeit
Straight checkin my
Punish! *DJ Punisher starts scratchin*
Punish em! em!
Show these DJ's time it is Punish
out y'all, and I'm checkin my bank
I my bank
I checks my bank, straight clown
my bank
I my bank!