Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talks

Just Tim-baland, and Kim
(Na, na na, na)
Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim
(Uh, uh, uh, what)
Just Tim-baland, and Kim
(Na, na na, na)
Just Tim-baland, and Kim
(Uh, uh, uh, what)

Yo, yo yo yo, joint is strictly for heavyweight's
Not them playa haters,
'Cause in the
You ask for to hit em, uh

My man Blake me to the Erie Lake
Introduced me to this weighter, called himself Drake
mistake, Jesus piece was fake
But wait, he got in his cake, I ain't fuckin' with him

Number one rule, always keep your cool, even though you ain't a
And you see right the nigga, how he figure?
If he holdin' than six
He gonna get the digits or visit, numbers in my Wizard?

Duke ain't even worth the
Glass shoes and igloos put him dead in his
Damn Blake, can't this cat is a snake?
I got 20/20 vision, funny vision
(Uh, uh, uh)

No dough, no show, dodo, a no-no
some famous words from the late Frank White
I blink right, if your bank
Duke wanted me to for him, even flirt for him

a short skirt for him, he don't know
I'ma end up him at the end of the day
Shit, I got bills to pay, and it my fault
If money and bullshit walk, round one

I'm in wit' ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway, it more pay
More time, money, have it your way

I'm in love wit' ta mon, nearly my age
I want to give it up anyway, it more pay
More time, more money, have it way

de money and the lovin' is my style
Me a forget it

Mm, uh, uh, uh, uh
The starts at 8:00, let's hit the venue
Invited his man and some bitch Kendall
Tried to style on 'em, shoes with the on 'em

But the still was corny, he bore me
His preference was more like soccer
Me, I do operas with the and the vodka
Out in Cali proper and I, betcha fifty

My whole committee stay ask Smitty with the Desert E's
One at the Benz-y make ya freeze
Please, I got a mil on these, talkin'?
I hate nigga in the worst way

And I didn't wanna be in the first place
But uh, just vendetta for my man
Do anything for the fam, go along with the plan
Tryin' hard not to him off

And I know he soft, when I cough, it's to up a lie
And the lie keep me full of
So when I shit on this nigga, he still pamper me
I see, this nigga about nuttin', 'cause he keep frontin'
He be up to somethin', round 'em up, here I come, uh

I'm in love wit' ta mon, twice my age
I want to it up anyway, because it more pay
More time, more money, it your way

As the evening down, I'm making sure
that my Milli got rounds, plane ticket to town, now
I the place, Umberto's of course it's
where they confiscate, burners in they office

Metamorphism anywhere, any year, who
the mob and they don't care and I swear
While I'm contemplatin' thinkin later
Here come the waiter with the in the tray, anyways

"Is there a in the house?"
How he say this out his mouth?
I'm the only black chick with this thick
Hopin' my nigga Blake C.
'Cause sometimes these cat's to fool you

Check it, let me you
when I said those niggaz robbed Leo
Rolled on him, stuck him up in the Geo
was creole, used to be a tight trio
Till one fled with the dough, what's his
(Rio)

I was a lover, smooth undercover
Played hoes in tight clothes like they was no other
like the Jungle Brothers, till they caught me for my gems
All I'm sayin' is he did to me, do it to him, is you straight?

You late, duct tape and rope
I wrap it round his throat it's all she wrote, uh
(Oh oh)

Na, na, na, na,
(Oh, oh)
Whookie, whookie,
(Oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na
(Oh, oh)
Wha
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na
(Oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, talks)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, talks)

(Oh, oh, oh)
Wha uh, na, na, na, na
(Uh, gotta get that man, money talks)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, talks)

(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, talks)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Wha uh, na, na, na, na
(Uh, gotta get that money man, talks)