Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Money, Mo Problems

Now, hot who not
Tell me who rock who out in the stores
You tell me who flopped who copped the drop
Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie

To the tube sock, the same ol'
Mase, you know ain't nuttin' change but my
stop till I see my name on a blimp
Guarantee a million sales all the love

You don't believe in Harlem nigga double up
We don't play it's a bet lay it down
didn't know me ninety-one bet they know me now
I'm the young nigga with the Goldie sound

Can't no PHD niggaz me down, Cooter
Schooled me to the game, now I my duty
Stay humble low blow like Hootie
True pimp niggaz no dough on the booty
And then ya there go Mase there go your cutie

I don't know what, want from me
It's the more money we come across
The problems we see

I don't know what, they from me
It's the more money we come across
The more we see

yeah, ah ha, from the C to the A to the D D Y
Know rather see me die than to see me fly
I call all the shots rip all the spots, all the rocks
Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin'

When all the ballin' stops, never
Home got a one and a yacht
Ten years now we'll still be on top
Yo, I thought I you that we won't stop

Now whatcha do when it's cool
Bag a money much than yours
And a team stronger than yours, violate me
This'll be your day, we don't
Mess around be D.O.A., be on way

it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here
For you to shine here, deal with many women but treat fair
And I'm bigger the city lights down in Times Square
Yeah, yeah

I know what, they want from me
It's the more money we come across
The more we see

I don't know what, want from me
It's like the money we come across
The more we see

Uh, uh, B.I.G., P O P P A
No info, for the, DEA
Federal agents mad I'm flagrant
Tap my cell, and the in the basement

My supreme, stay clean
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be
Cat you see at all bent
in holsters girls on shoulders

Playboy, I told ya, bein' to me
Bruise too much, I lose, too
on stage the girls boo too much
I guess cause you run with lame dudes too much

Me lose my touch, that
If I did, ain't no to get the gat
Where the true at?
Throw roadies in the sky

Wave 'em side to side and keep hands high
While I give your girl the eye, please
Lyrically, see, B.I.G.
be jig on the cover of Fortune

Five oh, get the phone number
name, I got to know, I got to go
Got the down phizat, platinum plus
Like thizat, dangerous on trizack, your ass kizzack

I don't know what, they from me
It's like the more we come across
The more we see

I don't know what, want from me
It's like the more money we come
The problems we see

What's goin' on? What's on?
I don't know what, they want me
It's the more money we come across
The problems we see

What's goin' on? What's on?
I know what, they want from me
It's the more money we come across
The more we see

What's goin' on? goin' on?
I don't know what, they want me
It's the more money we come across
The problems we see