Luyện nghe bài hát Money

[The
told me that "Jesus Walks" in '04
But I grew up Impala's and drug lords
Welcome to Los Angeles, palm trees and stores
All we know is and presidents like Mount Rushmore
the police, they hop out and bust doors
I ain't goin' back to jail, nigga what I flush for
My money or my glock, who do I trust
I don't know, it's probably the one that I touch
Guess it's the green, paper motivate niggaz
And my Rolex racist 'cause it niggaz
I used to only sell 8's like that nigga
Now I'm movin' 24's like I at the Staples Center
You miss The Game so nigga don't blink
My Phantom stand out like Lucas' mink
So go ahead and think, Frank Lucas think
Somebody'll find your brains on the fuckin' sink about

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

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

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

Game]
Somebody tell to pop open them briefcases
that Patron, tell 'em we want three cases
Fuck a black car, you see green faces?
at my chest, now you seen fakers
Treat my money like the Cristal that we
Cause I'm a money machine, I could it
You a fool that Freddy could see Jason
I've been iced out, who the fuck need Jacob
The doc told me to be patient, but I
like Dwight Howard, next time he a free agent
I'm tryin' to make enough money so I 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
like the nigga Tony Parker do it
Speak no engles but I talk it fluent

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