Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Money, Mo Problems

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

To the sock, the same ol' pimp
Mase, you ain't nuttin' change but my limp
Can't till I see my name on a blimp
Guarantee a sales pullin' all the love

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

no PHD niggaz hold me down, Cooter
Schooled me to the game, now I my duty
humble stay low blow like Hootie
True pimp spend no dough on the booty
And then ya there go Mase there go your cutie

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

I know what, they want from me
like the more money we come across
The problems we see

Yeah yeah, ah ha, 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, rock all the
Cop all the drops, I you thinkin' now's

When all the ballin' stops, nigga
got a chrome one and a yacht
Ten from now we'll still be on top
Yo, I thought I told you that we won't

Now whatcha gonna do when cool
Bag a money longer than yours
And a team stronger than yours, violate me
be your day, we don't play
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 don't what, they want from me
It's like the money we come across
The problems we see

I don't know what, they want me
like the more money we come across
The problems 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
beam lyrical dream, I be that
Cat you see at all bent
Gats in 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 it's cause you run with lame too much

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

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

Five double oh, get the phone
name, I got to know, I got to go
Got the flow phizat, platinum plus
Like thizat, on trizack, leave your ass kizzack

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

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

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

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

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