Luyện nghe bài hát Money Machine

Wop

(Honorable C-Note)

Florescent lamps in my
Providing for my seeds
I'm a get marine
I sent in submarines
Irrigation
water machines
My money counting machine sound like a machine
Cash machine on the
gun with that compressor
Dope presser and I'm re-rocking everything
Claim I'm laundering money but where the washing
They my trap house pump out quarters like a slot machine
In a futuristic whip look like a machine
Old school dropped a lil one machine
Making chips off coke and soda a vending machine
Dog food with the quinoa in my machine
Sip so much Codeine and Sprite I a soda machine
So I can sit it to my joint rolling machine
And it's parallel to the Carbon 15
With the scope, monkey nuts, and the beam
The machine don't make the man, the man the machine
So try to sabotage, can't stop the regime
Call me 'Wop the puppet master, I'm pulling the strings
please don't look at me pappy like American me
Take a tour with me down south, G
flood the dirty south, East Atlanta, and streets
With this high grade uncut tea
Yeah I got it for but you ain't get it from me
Got this high grade Colombian tea
Yeah I got it for cheap but you can't get it for

My money machine, my money machine, my machine
Go
My money machine, my money machine, my machine
Go
My money machine, my money machine, my money
My money machine, my money machine, my machine

My money machine, my money machine, my money
Go
My money machine, my machine, my money machine
Go

Johan, you know this not how I my money
(?)
Johan tell me, how do you value your job?
Johan - I value my job more my life sir
So you it then?
Thanks to you I'm happy sir
I'm expecting guests. I need for you to recreational activities of a competitive nature. (Right).
By the way, next time sure my bills are prepared the right way. (My apologies sir)

8 figure man, when I say boss I mean that, ya heard me?
I'm so what I sold
My toilet solid gold
You should see my new palace that bitch bigger than Lowe's
I'm a 8 figure nigga, I run the check to the
Since Gucci came home bitches in they feelings
I'm in on parole
I Abu my hoes
If she fuck all the rappers, she say hip hop in her
100 grand in all twenties, they that I couldn't
50 grand to my just cause her ex was looking
Red bottom boss, I call the yayo
Choppers sleep on the couch for home invasions
These watching my snap, they know that I'm strapped
On the road to the bitches I'm running my laps

My money machine, my money machine, my money
Go
My money machine, my machine, my money machine
Go
My money machine, my machine, my money machine
My money machine, my money machine, my money
My money machine, my money machine, my money
Go
My money machine, my money machine, my money
Go

Wizop,