Luyện nghe bài hát It's The Money / Fake ID Interlude

Now the money that make this here world 'round
And it's the money make you wanna lay niggas down
And it's the money that make you and your best fight
But you ain't got shit, everything is tight

'Cause it's the money that make you flex for them hoes
And it's the money that's keepin' your full of that blow
And it's the money that make you that you bulletproof
But do what it takes, just to come up on loot

I came in this thang, a little short on
All I had was a dime, rhymes and my name
Tryin' to get in where I fit, in this red dirt
Plannin' a way to get this money but I get no work

See niggas live and some niggas die
I was hip to the game, can't let no fly by
And though it's the money that make you wanna
But believe it's the money that you want mine

Now for real, got to pay them bills
Money got you fucked up, lay em' for his
But still, you ain't even came up
The same way you got it, see ass gonna get stuck

That's taught from me, straight from a buck
If your shoes ain't tied, then you bound to up
This money is a dangerous weapon, never get attached
You'd better count your nigga

Now the money that make this here world 'round
And it's the money that make you wanna lay niggas
And the money that make you and your best buddy fight
But you ain't got shit, everything is tight

'Cause it's the money that you wanna flex for them hoes
And it's the money that's your nose full of that blow
And it's the that make you think that you bulletproof
But do what it takes, just to come up on loot

Uh, since them first red and black Jordan
Till when you couldn't get nothin' for that little girl you were courting'
And done always 'bout how much paper you got
That money can get you a little twat, if you ain't gettin' off rock

That can make you or break you
Them police shake you 'cause ridin' big-boy six hundred
Like a ain't supposed to have nuttin', that's worth a lil' somethin'
The reason gettin' chickens in and kickin' in doors

Jags and Burbans, living life dirty
You get it in, the only way you know how
you click-click-pow or you delivering flowers
Let the bullet rain on the nigga who you know got that flow

Then took his ass straight out the for a few G's
A of Oz's and now you broke next week
Them little green court get you caught up in capers
Gone sour, money got niggas dying by the

Now the money that make this here world 'round
And it's the that make you wanna lay niggas down
And the money that make you and your best buddy fight
But when you ain't got shit, is tight

'Cause the money that make you wanna flex for them hoes
And it's the money that's your nose full of that blow
And it's the that make you think that you bulletproof
But niggas'll do what it takes, just to up on loot

Now is it me or is it you can't take it like a man
And stand in these and hold your own like a man
And man, ain't it sad that man hid and ran
From the time you started talkin' shit, just like a man

So do what you can see you lookin' kinda shawty'
'Cause indeed you gone bleed on your knees for now lost
In this maze, tryin' to find another way to escape all them filthy ways
So shake it off and it loose, just as I've come to say

This ain't no dream, as you gleam, as you cross between
Them foolish things for that ol' green got you seein'
So what you mean, it's the money got you in this thang
From squirreled for a buck out in this world

Now it's the money that make here world 'round
And it's the money make you wanna lay niggas down
And it's the money that make you and your buddy fight
But when you ain't got shit, everything is

'Cause it's the money that make you wanna for them hoes
And it's the money that's keepin' your nose full of blow
And it's the money that make you think you bulletproof
But niggas'll do what it takes, just to up on loot