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 got bagged
In sight, when I got put out put up a
Then I flight, all you seen was a streak of light
Ghost, you didn't me if you wanted to
I broke, it's time to some wreck, where's my crew?
Hit up the ball (?), fill up the pad with
Pump shit on the block and make at 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 make my
So I took my 'Lo and Guess, then the rest
On the ave, all about the green
And niggas who make mad know what I mean
So if you in the house and you know what it's
Gettin paid, come on, let me hear you

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

(VERSE 2: Shorty)
I got to get paid, and I mean fast
And if it ain't the then that ass get blast
in New York 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 the gear to maintain
I take the heat, there's a strain on my brain
And when my are broke my heart feels the pain
I gotta get a grip I might just flip
I'm of a vic, where's my crew and my clip?
It's a jack, your fuckin hand off the wheel
around slowly, bitch, you know the deal
(Shorty, you crazy) Nah, I need
And do what I gotta do, where's my flow?
I grab the mic, flip the script and get paid
But if I puff a daydream, damn, I'm gettin
Word to my meals, no frills, go
And if you bump makin dough let me know
I rather get with the paid program
You can keep your fame and who's the man
I scheme and I till I go get the green
And if you want a scene of the fiend
(?) hit the screen
Everybody in the house, if you want
You to let me know

(CHORUS)

(VERSE 3: Shorty)
I'm gettin kinda old, now my moms flip
Up out the crib, damn, I gotta hit a lick
The house ain't and the rent's overdue
I the same 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 shit known
That I'm for the dough and nothin but the dead
Fuck Uncle Sam and the bullshit he
You got to get paid says the man on the
See a fly lookin good, push up on her
Now I'm the man cause I bring home the bacon
Shit is mad real, kid, no move-fakin
On the of New York, whatever you talk
It seems like 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)