Luyện nghe bài hát Make Munne

(One two y'all, ya stop) --> KRS-One

(VERSE 1: Shorty)
in the days we used to hit Pitkin Av
Knapsack strapped on my back cause everything got
In sight, I got put out put up a fight
Then I took flight, all you was a streak of light
Ghost, you didn't catch me if you to
I broke, time to catch some wreck, where's my crew?
Hit up the ball (?), up the pad with ease
Pump shit on the block and at least two g's
I even hit the pocket, I got knocked
One time, two times, shit, couldn't stop it
I had to make my loot, I had to my dough
So I took my 'Lo and Guess, then bumped the
On the ave, it's all about the
And niggas who make mad green know what I
So if you in the house and you know what it's
paid, come on, let me hear you shout

(CHORUS)
Make money, money, make money, money, (4X)
Take money, money, take money, money, (4X)

(VERSE 2: Shorty)
I got to get paid, and I mean fast
And if it ain't the cash then that ass get
Livin in New nowadays is like damn
Cause if you're broke nobody to be your man
Especially the girls when it come to game
You got to have the loot plus the to maintain
I can't take the heat, there's a on my brain
And when my pockets are broke my feels the pain
I get a grip cause I might just flip
I'm of a vic, where's my crew and my clip?
a jack, take your fuckin hand off the wheel
Turn slowly, bitch, you know the deal
(Shorty, you crazy) Nah, I dough
And I'ma do what I do, where's my flow?
I wanna grab the mic, flip the and get paid
But if I puff a daydream, damn, I'm played
to my meals, no frills, gotta go
And if you wanna bump makin let me know
I rather get paid with the paid
You can keep fame and fuck who's the man
I scheme and I till I go get the green
And if you a scene of the money fiend
Niggas (?) hit the
in the house, if you want dough
You gots to let me

(CHORUS)

(VERSE 3: Shorty)
I'm kinda old, now my moms wanna flip
Up out the crib, damn, I hit a fuckin lick
The house clean and the rent's overdue
I hear the line, yeah, "I do it all for you"
You do it all for me but all I is my own
I wanna represent, so I keep known
That I'm for the dough and nothin but the dead
Uncle Sam and the bullshit he says
You got to get paid the man on the corner
See a fly shortie good, push up on her
Now I'm like the man cause I bring home the
Shit is mad real, kid, ain't no
On the of New York, whatever you talk
It seems like only poor people eat
Word to my herb, make your loot in the
If you wanna get paid, let me see you lick one

(CHORUS)