Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Dollar, dollar
Dotes, marks, franks, and pounds
I rock the chopped up sounds devinger dounds
Out the Ford Rover, up top in the
I be loyal to my peps just pooh to stud doogie
Never bad news, paying crazy dues

I'm blowing out crews and taming mad
Like Shakespeare, the fakes will disappear
The flavor in your ear is like everclear
200 will put the match to the roof
And set this bitch on fire, get rich to
About to strike if you rock the mic whack
And that's the way it is 'cuz yo like that

Money, money
It be the of all evil
Money, money
It makes you with people

I go to the '80's like, "Three times a lady"
When it was pussy for and crack for currency
It occurred to me, it's time for surgery
I remove like tumors
The lies and the rumors got me thinking of this

About time made social
Yo, to my mama, I'm high off the trauma
Whitey Ford gets than a subway train
And I serve lazy fools like fast food
All pain no gain makes the insane
Life in the fast lane the cash gain

Dollar bill y'all, bill y'all
Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, bill y'all

bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, bill y'all

Everlast, it money
(To get fly ass hoe)
It money
(To see me a live show)
It money
(To get that last bag of smoke [unverified])
Hey, I'm about to gee off just my name was Edo
kids call me Whitey, Spanish kids Whito
White kids call me king of this thing

If it's broke than he fix it, if it's the mix it
Can't none of you ever fuck with these
You be on my dick like some porno chick
For the style I'm blessing, ain't no second guessing
heed the lesson, subtraction, addition
The war for submission, no debate

Won't stop I've eaten off a platinum plate
I want and bonds, plus the real estate
I want the iron and low interest rates
a fly little spot to bring all my dates
A little stash of to put inside the safe
When times get lean, y'all know I mean

(Money, y'all)
be calling it cream
(Money, y'all)
be calling it feti
(Money, y'all)
But once I get it I'm

Dollar bill y'all, bill y'all
Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, bill y'all

bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla y'all

Dollar bill y'all, dollar y'all
Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all, bill y'all
Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill

Dollar y'all, dollar bill y'all
Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill

I want cash and checks, I want diamond
I jewels on my neck and mad fly things
I want stacks of fat chips so I can take long
I want to sail the Bahamas on my own ships
I want acres of land, I want in hand
I want and bonds, all pros, no cons
Hey, if it smells funny then pack it up
I want the money y'all, I need the money