Luyện nghe bài hát Money

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Money make the go 'round
Money turn best friend down
Money turn a good out
Money make the sun go
And it make my
But it never take my dream