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

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

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

I in this thang, a little short on change
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 money but I can't get no work

See some niggas and some niggas die
I was hip to the game, let no time fly by
And though it's the money that make you shine
But believe it's the that make you want mine

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

taught from me, straight from a young buck
If shoes ain't tied, then you bound to trip up
money here is a dangerous weapon, never get attached
You'd better count your blessings

Now it's the money that make 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 when you ain't got shit, is tight

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

Uh, ever them first red and black Jordan
Till when you couldn't get nothin' for that little that 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

money can make you or break you
Them police shake you you're ridin' big-boy six hundred
Like a nigga ain't supposed to nuttin', that's worth a lil' somethin'
The niggas 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 showers on the nigga who you know got that flow

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

Now it's the money that make this here '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 when you got shit, everything is tight

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

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

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

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

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

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