Luyện nghe bài hát In Money We Trust

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Now if you got it on yo
I can get it off chest
Take it out yo mouth and I'm gon' care of the rest
No stress, do-do, when I'm jumpin' out the 4-door
Smoke 'll hit you judo when you walk up to the yuko
When I let the top down, sippin lean still
TV's in the visors so the screens fallin'
Niggaz grab hustlin' I ain't finna break my
I make paper off this flow, but I got rich off respect
Ask anybody who me about my seeds
Westside 9th street, I up amongst the G's
Crack in 88, it took over shit I was there
I stood on southern through texas and got my
And my nina on my waist, up in my jaw
One eye for them fiends, one eye for law
crooks as niggaz soft, so my rep is hard as steel
Big Bun muthafucka, for the trill

[Chorus -
If you you gon' like us
If you like us you hate us
But, one thing you can say is we some serious paper
'cause, turn to haters
And, some to traitors
But my never changes (mhum)
So in Money We
(repeat)

When white America stares at the pair of in a colred face
Can they see why he love to
green fetti in a place
He grew up so he love the
For diniro's hes a
Denies that he's a lie lookin' right in his mother's face
reside, in his brother's 'states
But out ridin' on he take
What's hidin' above his waist, and go out some other fake
He's claimin' he's real, but when he's not on that camera
Hed rather give stuff to these hoes, he's copyin' Santa
When he's not on that camera, he's talkin' he Pac with his grammar
But he not cock or pop the top of his hammer
the reason why rich people get red-dots on they flannels
While bank-tellers gotta get on the floor like Dave Banner
Go ta spot in that 'Bama, and got a spot in that channel
Few people know I got a spot to that knot in Atlanta
Don't trust the chick I with, she fine and mixed with race
But I the combination to my safe in a safe in another place

[Chorus -
If you you gon' like us
If you like us you gon' us
But, one thing you can say is we serious paper chasers
'cause, turn to haters
And, turn to traitors
But my money changes (mhum)
So in Money We
(repeat)

[Slim
A lot of say when Slim got a lil change he changed
I ain't gon' lie yeah I changed, but it was for the mayne
When I was broke ain't to worry bout gold-diggin' hoes
When I was broke I ain't have to worry bout jackers to get my dough
Haters bustin' the .44's, 'cause I'm stickin' they
I got a lot of best friends quick, when they heard I was
And them niggaz I to ride with, stack cash, get high with
is the same niggaz on my side, them the niggaz I'ma die with
Some friends turn foes, and some men turn
But that's how the goes, when you ain't broke no more
Money the root of all evil, it could help or people
You can't live without it so it tend to turn good evil
A lot of love money, more then they love theyself
I rather be dead broke takin' death chances for wealth
I niggaz 'll kill you for scrilla and won't think twice to bust
Yo ain't worth shit to us, (mhum) IN MONEY WE TRUST!

- Chamillionaire]
If you haters you like us
If you us you gon' hate us
But, one thing you can say is we serious paper chasers
'cause, friends turn to
And, turn to traitors
But my money never (mhum)
So in Money We
(repeat)