Luyện nghe bài hát Money

[Intro:
Bone, you know what it is baby
After Records
get this money '07 style

[Chorus: Bizzy
Mon-eyyyyyyyyyy, mon-eyyyyyyyyyy,
get that money money, gotta get that money money money money
Mon-eyyyyyyyyyy, mon-eyyyyyyyyyy,
Gotta get that money money, gotta get money money money money money

Bone]
I don't give a what they sayin!
buck buck buuuuuuck!

I'm a Caddy and daddy I'm rollin it sadly, but I don't mind
If they laughin at me the movie I hardly think that they be singin
I never gave up on my lady, but she ain't listenin to me
Gotta let them 24's spin, ain't chippin or flippin
And let me get another again, gain-gain-gain-gain
Whether they don't any Henn' or befriend them, when they say I was
But I been right cuz, you know what it is, you know what it was
So they wanna move dude, what'chu gotta do, Not me
I said I'm glossin, and who you of flossin baby
I'm not 'Pac though, and I'm not God, no!
But I like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Mo' money money money money money, in the face of the crowd
Plottin now, I need no pride to hide, oh wow, oh wow
Mo' money money, in the of the crowd
Plottin now, I don't no pride to hide, oh wow
But I'm not 'Pac, no! (buck buck buck buck buuuuuuck!)

You knocked out by the Windy southpaw
No cookin in the kitchen we put out raw
Midwest outlaw, fuck with it? I y'all
Somewhere between Chi-Town and is where they found y'all
Rollin the alley in a Caddy
Blowin to the haters, oh what a pity
When they hit a nigga, rockin city after city
gon' ask, "Is he doin it with Bizzy?"
And you know why done that (why?)
we two of the coldest motherfuckers
to spit these fast on one track
'em with a lyrical bullet in the body
because I gotta get the fire know the shit stop
Pull up in a or the Ferrari
I know I gotta get the props, cause I get the drop
Gotta get the dough and get the money
I could really feel it when I they comin for me
Try to get it if you think you feelin lucky
Twin so you know you better bring a buddy
And I got the ammunition for
that wanna go against the Militia
A whole at the competition for Bizzy
A whole clip at the for Twista
A whole clip at the world, it's us against
And this shit about to get ugly
For static, hit 'em with an automatic
Run and do murder murder, but I'm a baller so I gotta get

[Bizzy
buck buck buuuuuuck!

Me and my Twista gettin it crunk
and that Goosey, with 'em a brew
Doin whatever we do, get to the club, ain't nobody knew
that we beefin they try to divide the truth
Talk who really started the style
How 'bout livin in harmony, look at the army now
General 7, the is purest and we gonna get it at heaven
We dancin our way to the gates, if you with me we'll need every Muslim
We human, all in the brethren
Veteran in the city I pity the fool who jump out of this fake
What do I look like the thought
they come with the matrix and say that we 'fraid
We'll never break, 'member that conny and
gonna go through the fire
Never expire, give it the way that want it
they'll front on you if you (what about)
Money you me what's money to you, pay for the rappers and corporates
The office that burn wood, but the burn good and the wave
Puts the energy certainly, I don't have time for
Baby the word and we walk the covenant
Party and poppin the melody baby, I know that the ladies be it
Brush the dust, enemies way, get 'em a drink, we look too
The spirit is present and never be
Twista and Bizzy, we gettin money nucca