Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Yah-yah, yah-yah, yah, yah
Yah-yah, yah-yah, yah, yah
Woah, hey

Everyday I up
get this cake up
Looking at my life
Is this what it's of? (made of)
Money rule the world me
That's why on my mind
I wake up
Gotta get cake up
at my life like
Is this it's made of? (made of)
Money rule the world me
And now I realize...

make the world go 'round
Money turn your best friend
turn a good girl out
Money make the sun go
And it my self-esteem
But it take my dream life
Money make the world go
Money turn your best down
Money a good girl out
Money the sun go South
And it make my
But it never take my dream

Tender and care, I see the money with my left eye
Rubber band man my nickname T.I
Labels wanna sign but the so eh
And the iffy so Brooklyn tell 'em see ya
I'm most loyal to the loyal
You can't dirt on me 'cause I'm not soil
I do much for money man (yeah)
Aminé your wonder man
Now they all, women calls
Like "Aminé, do you got paper? Let me hold it"
need a whip and my daddy need a crib
Got a phone, lil nigga, why the I need a Rollie?
pepper chicken and chow mein, my favorite
Sayin' you ain't racist really sound
See money give a rings
Then when you get it everybody you fake

when it all boils down
Everything's a riddle, fickle
There's no satisfaction, there's no
'Cause it all boils down
Everything's and little
There's no
no

Everyday I up
Gotta get cake up
Looking at my like
Is this it's made of? (made of)
Money rule the around me
That's why it's on my
I wake up
Gotta get this up
Looking at my life
Is this it's made of (made of)
Money rule the world me
And now I realize...

Money make the world go
Money turn your best down
turn a good girl out
Money make the sun go
And it my self-esteem
But it never my dream life
Money the world go 'round
Money turn your friend down
Money turn a girl out
make the sun go South
And it make my
But it never take my dream

My city never thought it'd a nigga like me
Young lil' from the 503
I'm Tom Cruise, the rap game the couch from
I'm here for my range, boy, not Rovers
Money make my go 'round
make my heartbeat pounce
Ask God for a lot
Success ain't 'bout the and how much jewels you rock
is when I can tell my mama to quit her job
Still poppin' Pellegrino 'cause my momma like my
Now hoes give me 'cause I make banana bread
black boy, me I were so rude
Give me 40 acres with a Mule
My Señorita boricua, she smoke a lot of the
I need me commas on commas if want him on feature
I'm Swiss beats so I beat it like an Alicia
Money din't make you happy, it makes you wanna get richer

when it all boils down
The paper me pleasure
There's no satisfaction, no satisfaction
There's nothing you can do to me
I really need, (there's no satisfaction)
What I really

make the world go 'round
Money turn best friend down
Money a good girl out
Money make the sun go
And it make my
But it take my dream life