Luyện nghe bài hát I Check My Bank

I'm peelin off domes with a bat
Forty Magnum choice of gat
Mercury tip fillin up my
I can shoot him in the or I can get him in the hip
but look 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 in my path
Got a Bentley Turbo now you jack
but remember, Mack is strapped
And when you're platinum, start dissin
Record companies think missin
But I'm *clap clap (gunfire)*
I'm back *clap (gunfire)*
I'm back and I got a gat *click BOOM*
Now the positive rhymes is
And I'm positively hittin that
You might want but you can't get mine
put a hot nine right up in your behind
I'm not the nigga that you wanna
And I don't a Giorgio suit
but I'm down for my business so don't step
You heard about my lawfirm's rep, I check my

DJ Punisher and Sir Mix-a-Lot

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

In the magazine I look like a 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 the Heat check
Yeah I'm a and my hoe is the system
Uncle Sam might I just dissed him
But nah I'm just pumpin straight
You be a mack, or you get macked
Some of the jealous wanna on the boss
But HK's keepin em tossed
Cause I duck them deuce deuce treys at point range
*automatic Attitudes get changed
I'm making these dividends
and every ain't my friend
And I check my back when I count my
And niggaz snatch get slapped
Girls roll, that's cool
but I'm not to be played fool
Some think a brother with money is slippin
but I've be down, so quit
My goal, to the size of this bank
I hold, and bring up the brothers whose
to roll, and keep all the under my control
how I'm livin, I check my bank

Chorus: DJ

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

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

A word to the cops, I can't be
A word to my enemies, I drop props
A word to the Klan, I don't pick
You can run up with your 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 bouts to
You can kill a couple brothers but never get us all
Straight laced game's what I'm at the new jacks
Mack Daddy like to snatch fat sacks
I used to be nice with my rhymes, and now I drop
*Beastie scratch "What's the time?"*
It's time to get paid in the G
Recession never stopped a like me
I'm no laws but I'm livin on edge
Puttin to bed
Business, yankin in dead presidents
It's like sellin dope, but the money ain't
The is stiff, but I'ma get mine
My set is a sign, I check my bank

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