Luyện nghe bài hát Money

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

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

[Bizzy
I don't give a what they sayin!
Buck buck buuuuuuck!

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

You knocked out by the Windy City
No cookin in the kitchen we put out raw
Midwest outlaw, with it? I doubt y'all
Somewhere between Chi-Town and Cleveland is where they found
Rollin through the alley in a
Blowin Cali to the haters, oh a pity
they hit a nigga, Twista rockin city after city
they gon' ask, "Is he doin it Bizzy?"
And you know why they that (why?)
Because we two of the motherfuckers
to spit these lyrics on one track
'em with a lyrical bullet in the body
because I gotta get the fire know the don't stop
Pull up in a Lamborghini or the
I know I gotta get the props, cause I gotta get the
Gotta get the dough and get the money
I could really it when I hear they comin for me
Try to get it if you think you feelin lucky
Twin glocks so you know you better bring a
And I got the for anybody
that wanna go against the Midwest
A whole clip at the for Bizzy
A whole at the competition for Twista
A clip at the world, because it's us against
And then this about to get ugly
For static, hit 'em with an automatic
Run and do murder after murder, but I'm a baller so I get

[Bizzy
Buck buck buuuuuuck!

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