Luyện nghe bài hát Tar Pit

[Hook: Man (George Clinton)]
Get money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep your sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep your sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep your sharp (1-2-3-4)

Blood mercenaries, think you can muscle Wu?
It's a foot race, who can out-hustle
Hip hop junkie flunky, monkey see, do
Great minds connect mobster rings
Sit back, let me do my, Sinatra
I'm in the Hip Hop Hall of Fame, on the is the plaques
Old and chain, I named her Madam X
She love big cannons, sex
You better it, kid, we 'bout to set trip
You get ya neck ripped, eyeballs are
I don't crack, I sell dopium
Catch him at the podium, nah, he too fast
Professor X, behind the bulletproof
You a Wu pass, a bag of that high
Easy the flicks, baby, I'm camera shy

[Hook: Man (George Clinton)]
Get that money, God, keep your sword (1-2-3-4)

We might have to 8 Diagram one of y'all
We everyday and we hustle for cheese
Got our face on the of CD's, we off the hook
W.T.C. y'all and shook
Y'all not like the Cuban Linx Clan that get CREAM
And back heads down every we sing
Give us a hundred for a show, let us rock
For more money, chicks, more private stock

They call me Streetlife, slap the
Out ya mug, know ya place, you thug, fix ya face
Throw a slug, catch a
Meanwhile, beat trial, back on cash cow
Getting CREAM, however, a street know how
Point blank, I'm pulling rank, shot, I got bank
the rock, my hand's hot, hit 'em with the showshotter
Peace to my ala mater, Wu-Tang scholars
Never settle for less, promoters pay us top

Method Man (George Clinton)]
Get that money, God, keep your sword (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep your sword (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep your sword (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep your sword (1-2-3-4)

[Outro: Clinton]
The Clan'll talk, Calabama niggaz quit
that short dick shit, we was s'posed to be cool
Only the clue's on the other end of the
Somebody let the out the cage
Over-crowded blood bamboo bimbo
skeezer crackrock hoodrat
Somebody let the monkeys out the
Barney here is to a feeding dreadlock
Armpit two Buckwheat's in a headlock
Gray's hair between your leg lock
Somebody let the out the cage
Ya so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll down her back
let the monkeys out the cage
Somebody let the out the cage
[coughs] This shit is strong, god damn, you got in there?
Over-crowded police blood bamboo
Chickenhead skeezer hoodrat
Somebody let the monkeys out the
Ya mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll her back
Calabama niggaz quit
Talking that short dick
Speak up, no loud speaker but I'm loud
Venacular ass kicking, got there in crowd
Shit, call me the lethal lip
The linguistic, full metal jacket of venacular
Shooting out at the mouth Chap or Blistec
Here's a mothafucka, I flunk diaper rash
I'm toxic, metal-piercing, forked, hollow point tongue
Dum dum, pow, from gattling gums
Hooked on phonics, packing a vicious
Malicious, malice and mayhem
a dictionary, give me the mic and I'll slay
Them and literally poetic
Pissing me the fuck off, missing me that shit
I stick a venacular so far up in ya ass
You won't be able to pass gas
So far in ya ass that one of my knees will so far above ya head
And you of a poetic ass kicking
Leaving lyrical lacerations on your lungs, from a verbal
hung on my big toe, as I flow upward
Kicking yo on ya eardrum, you wanna hear
Tap dance on ya tonsils, kiwi shoe polish on ya breath
Cavity in ya best rhyme, and I'm the access on the
Call me the verbal menacing dentist
With the drill, I got skills
I perform oral root canals
It's unwise to fuck me
Kick ya wisdom teeth ya throat
you to choke
On where it hurts, unspoken
Tying down ya vocal cord and windpipe
With toe and ya mothafucking hemmoroids
Fuck the shit...