Luyện nghe bài hát Money

[The
Kanye me that "Jesus Walks" in '04
But I grew up around Impala's and drug
to Los Angeles, palm trees and drug stores
All we know is rocks and presidents like Mount
Fuck the police, they hop out and bust
I goin' back to jail, nigga that's what I flush for
My or my glock, who do I trust more?
I don't know, it's the one that I touch more
it's the green, 'cause paper motivate niggaz
And my Rolex 'cause it hate niggaz
I used to only sell 8's that Laker nigga
Now I'm movin' like I play at the Staples Center
You might miss The Game so nigga don't
My Phantom stand out Frank Lucas' mink
So go and think, like Frank Lucas think
Somebody'll find brains on the fuckin' kitchen sink about

Dead presidents, big ("for the money")
Benjamins, skyscrapers, my get ("money")
My bitches get ("money") like the get
the block to the club I'll make it rain ("money")
In niggaz die ("for the money")
the South to New York, them bullets fly for the ("money")
Don't stop ("money") It don't matter where you from
If you hustle keep gettin' that ("money")

Game]
I get it, Baby and Slim, Cash Money
All the jewelry on your crew, that's my tax money
That Escobar crack money
That first Nike contract money
That make it rain, all my throw a stack money
Stack it to the ceilin' then it Shaq money
That walk in the club, straight to the back
Flavor of Love, sittin' on my lap money
That rap money, niggaz get clapped
Air Force One's don't bend when I money
Ooooh, I'm Rich like
Havin' Alpo nightmares that water
Like McDonald's, I was flippin' them
In '02 Porche truck, whizzin' through borders
I was through flippin' when I made my first mill'
I'm about a dollar, 50 Cent real?

Dead presidents, big ("for the money")
Benjamins, skyscrapers, my get ("money")
My get ("money") like the strippers get
From the block to the I'll make it rain ("money")
In niggaz die ("for the money")
the South to New York, them bullets fly for the ("money")
Don't stop gettin' ("money") It matter where you from
If you hustle motherfucker keep gettin' ("money")

[The
Somebody Snoop to pop open them briefcases
Order that Patron, tell 'em we want three
a black car, you see these green faces?
Look at my chest, now you fakers
Treat my like the Cristal that we wastin'
I'm a money machine, I could re-make it
You a thinkin' that Freddy could see Jason
I've iced out, like who the fuck need Jacob
The doc told me to be patient, but I
money like Dwight Howard, time he a free agent
I'm tryin' to enough money so I could feed Asia
Have in the kitchen cookin' in Louis V. aprons
Word to Martha Stewart, if I park a Buick
Then I could flip a Brink's truck, I got the to do it
Ball like the nigga Parker do it
Speak no but dinero I talk it fluent

Dead presidents, big ("for the money")
Benjamins, skyscrapers, my get ("money")
My bitches get ("money") the strippers get
From the block to the club I'll make it ("money")
In California die ("for the money")
From the South to New York, them fly for the ("money")
Don't stop ("money") It don't matter where you from
If you hustle keep gettin' that ("money")