Luyện nghe bài hát Make Munne

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

(VERSE 1: Shorty)
Back in the we used to hit Pitkin Av
Knapsack strapped on my cause everything got bagged
In sight, I got put out put up a fight
Then I took flight, all you seen was a of light
Ghost, you didn't me if you wanted to
I broke, it's time to catch some wreck, where's my
Hit up the ball (?), fill up the pad with
Pump on the block and make at least two g's
Sometimes I even hit the pocket, I got
One time, two times, shit, they stop it
I had to my loot, I had to make my dough
So I my 'Lo and Guess, then bumped the rest
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 about
paid, come on, let me hear you shout

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

(VERSE 2: Shorty)
I got to get paid, and I mean quick
And if it ain't the cash then that ass get
Livin in New nowadays is like damn
Cause if broke nobody wants to be your man
the girls when it come to gettin 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 are broke my heart feels the pain
I gotta get a grip cause I just flip
I'm of a vic, where's my crew and my clip?
It's a jack, take fuckin hand off the wheel
Turn around slowly, bitch, you know the
(Shorty, you crazy) Nah, I dough
And I'ma do what I gotta do, my flow?
I wanna grab the mic, the script and get paid
But if I a daydream, damn, I'm gettin played
to my meals, no frills, gotta go
And if you bump makin dough let me know
I rather get paid with the paid
You can keep your fame and who's the man
I scheme and I till I go get the green
And if you a scene of the money fiend
(?) hit the screen
Everybody in the house, if you 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 gotta hit a fuckin
The house ain't clean and the rent's
I hear the line, yeah, "I do it all for you"
You do it all for me but all I is my own
I represent, so I keep shit known
I'm for the dough and nothin but the dead pres
Fuck Uncle Sam and the bullshit he
You got to get paid says the man on the
See a fly shortie lookin good, up on her
Now I'm like the man cause I home the bacon
Shit is mad real, kid, no move-fakin
On the of New York, whatever you talk
It seems only poor people eat pork
Word to my herb, make your loot in the
If you get paid, let me see you lick one shot

(CHORUS)